Day by day, my transgressions are countless.
When my fears comes as desolation,
my destruction manifests as the whirlwind,
when my distress and anguish come upon me,
that's when the Lord's call of divine comes, but
I answer not.
My nights stand
and my prayers
I say..........
O Lord forsake me not in this wicked world.
Never will I doubt my salvation in thee
nor suffer my faithfulness to fail.
Give me strength to rebuke all the mountains of
separation between you and I.
Let me dwell in thy present and feast on your holy table.
Because of your love, words of praises shall never flee
from my mouth. Reject me not O Shalom.
Close not your ears, but hear my prayers
and answer.
As I'm done, a wind of relief swept away the dusty heart
of mine.
The doors and windows of heaven are open
and I'm on the righteous list.
AMEN!
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