Foes surround and taunt me
Seeking my demise
Saying not to trust thee,
Will you avert your eyes?
False the accusations
Rooted in lie’s dirt
Seeking life’s cessation,
Will you allow the hurt?
True, my nature’s fallen,
Yes, I’ve done much wrong,
But these lies they’re telling,
Will you endure their song?
I often hide away
From these foes of mine.
I have become their prey,
Will you protect, Lord, thine?
In my heart’s deep crying,
Lord, I seek your face.
For your home I’m longing,
Will you prepare a place?
Will you show your beauty?
Will your face you show?
Will you love love’s duty,
So you in life I’ll know?
This poem is taken from my book A New Song, (Westbow Press, 2016) and can be found online HERE.
