O Lord Be Just Poem by Obute Gabriel

In thy heart O Lord have I wrong thee
In thy thought have I conceived this great danger
Neglecting thy awesomeness
Carried away by the things of the world

O Lord, imperfection is resting on my hands
And my spirit has lack the wisdom of your understanding
My heart has failed to detect thy voice and the struggling thought
Walketh in the ways of its own wisdom
Which bringeth more calamity in thy ways

I plea O Lord
For thy salvation of my soul
And the return of thy Holy Spirit
The voice of thy tender mercies which guideth the path of the just
O Lord, be just I pray thee
Be just! ! !
Be just of thy mercies
Be just of thy loving kindness
Be just in thy faithfulness
Oh! Lord be just