In My Heart Poem by Carolyn Ford Witt

IN MY HEART

The Hymns of childhood echo
Crying Glory to the King,
As all the psalms of David,
Within my ears do ring.

Singing Glory Hallelujah
Raising praises to the sky
As in my heart, with wisdom,
His words will truly lie.

He's risen in the morning
Of the third day to restore,
The purity and Faith
That we cannot ignore.

For each of us is humbled,
No pride can go before,
As the Angels sing in chorus
And open up the door.

Praise Him now all believers
As down on bended knee,
We ask for His forgiveness
And the Great 'I AM' we'll see.

Saved from our indiscretions,
Pure heart and soul regained,
To follow in His footsteps,
That purity, maintained.

So follow what the good book says,
Sing your praises to the Lord.
Hear His blessed whisperings
And read the written word.

Sing Glory to the Highest
For to us a prize is given
As we gain the chance to sit with Him
There beside His throne in Heaven.

God Bless!


Author: Carolyn Ford Witt
Ms. Caroline
©2009