Frank McEleny


Psalm 127 - Poem by Frank McEleny

Unless I'm enraptured in your arms
My shadow flees from all alarms
Unless I dwell within your city
Violent men will have no pity

My life is vain without you Lord
And I have no tomorrows
And all that's left for me to do
Is to eat the bread of sorrows

The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases
And you mercies they are new every day
And the fruit that lies within increases
And for that we shall give thanks and pray

Unless the Lord builds this house
We shall surely labor in vain
Unless His Spirit comes on down
There is no good we can attain


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Poem Submitted: Sunday, May 13, 2012



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