psalm 2

of Andrew

1 the little hills
are mountains to me,
when i walk without You.

2 swift to the kill,
dry fountains decree
lies and doubts about You.

3 let not my steps be lonely:
i hunger for You only.

4 the hills have eyes that penetrate
the lonely path, to seal my fate.

5 the little clouds
are blankets of doom,
when my feet go astray.

6 i cry aloud
from out of the gloom;
come and take me away,

7 that I may cease from fainting,
where evil hands are painting

8 the corridors of time and space,
to hide from earth Your boundless grace.

© Copyright 2020 November 18
by Clyve A. Bowen♫