A Psalm From The Hill
The steadfast love of the Lord, never ceases.
They said His mercy never comes to an end.
New every morning, thy faithfulness.
Great.
He put a ring on my finger, his robe around me.
I looked into His eyes, even though He was waiting, i thought maybe He would be disappointed.
Disappointed i went back to Egypt, to the shackles and chains.
That i turned my back on love, ever lasting, all for fleshly gain.
I could only see hope there in his eyes, pride that i found my way back.
It was like He knew I would.
His love is almost confusing, apart of me needs Him to be angry.
To send me to my death, fiery.
My child, He calls me.
I am the most intricate of His designs, i carry His breath.
I walk in His image.
I stand on serpents and scorpions, I lord over darkness.
He gave me the keys.
Who told me I wasn’t worthy?
That i had to give away the life giving parts of me,
To prove it.
The stone in my heart, the taste for Egypt, i beg Him to remove it.
To make me whole again, like the version He knitted.
He reminds me of His love, and now i sit before the court, charges acquitted.
I loved you at your darkest Raynya, he whispers as I stare into His eyes.
My broken and contrite heart, He could never despise.
And though the pains still lingers and Pharoah still breaths at my neck.
He calls me higher, forward, therein Ill find His best
As true love parts the sea infront and I fix my eyes.
A land of Milk and Honey,
A page turned from an eternal demise.
With my Father On Hill.