I CALL TO CHRIST
I call inside, Thine Holy Ghost,
I praise aloud, the skies I sing,
My God Sublime, my only King.
My psalm in verseing, His love so dear,
My calm in nursing, my cave of fears!
No harm in cursing, lifes hills to climb,
As winds do worsten, faiths call shall bind.
My anthem grows, as lust retreats,
Desires slow, those gusts to beat,
Those heart filled rages, set on repeat,
upon the pages, of loves slope steep!
By no division, Thy mystery shown,
By Three in One, Thy blessing sown,
Thy Glory blazed, by One in Three,
Thou doth amaze, O Trinity.
Thy angels pure, whom Thee anointed,
Thy saints so sure, whom Thee appointed,
That price to seek, in needy hour,
In Christ the Meek, faiths seed of power.
He shaped each mountain, He carved each valley,
He dug the rivers, He poured each sea,
He painted all of, Earth's precious art,
So none but Thee Lord, has my heart.
© 2024 Shoestring Shane
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