O Lord, You are my God,
I highly honor You;
As I praise and give laud,
While remaining true.
For I always proclaim,
The miraculous things;
So I will praise Your name,
With all of which it brings.
You are reliable,
Carrying out Your plans;
Since it is viable,
While each lifetime spans.
You have turned some cities,
To piles of rubble;
For their iniquities,
Causing so much trouble.
They will not be rebuilt,
Knowing that You will halt;
For the lingering guilt,
As caused from their own fault.
That is why strong people,
Will always honor You;
For knowing the Gospel,
Proclaimed as being true.
Ruling tyrants will fear,
Since they finally see;
As the oppressed will cheer,
Praising shouting for glee.
You have been a refuge,
For the poor and needy;
Sheltered from the deluge,
Of stress from the seedy.
A shelter from the rain,
And the shade from the heat;
Always easing the pain,
From tired weary feet.
You have calmed the uproar,
Silenced the tyrant song;
And opened up the door,
To where I do belong.
C Copyright © 2015 Richard Newton Sherrer
