Mercy

Lord you use me as a shield against satan

And i yield to your truth As it fills my youth

In such harmony Are my ways So pure

Always regarding My years to come

You offer me righteousness With your son

Let it be your will I am won

With every word In my mind

So as to find What blesses me so

Is my will And let it shine Through my days

As you bind Me to your word

Use me and give me glory

I seek you And my heart is only

A part of my Sun that offers rays

And shines through All my ways

In your days With me

Give me Your mercy

Posted by antozak in Depression, religious