O' my LORD whom my soul reveres
Hear the words of my heart so sincere
I stand before you, my garment rent
In dust and ashes I repent
Weathered by the storms, battered and bruised
Abandoned by all, but still you I choose
Weakened but not broken, with you I abide
My refuge, my rock with you I abide
I'll stand before YAH as my life unfolds
As judgement is declared, your hands I'll hold
He'll say 'Well done my good and faithful servant! '
Your prayers were indeed effectutal and fervent
Only once this way I'll pass
The word of YAH will forever last
I know that in the final hour
Face to face I'll see your glorious power
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wonderful and awe inspiring.