Thursday, February 9, 2012


When I am sore oppressed I always come to Thee in prayer.
Thou art there, Thou art always there.

When I feel the world’s troubles are encroaching upon me.
Thy word is like the signal man, his light waves safety to me.
Thy word is a lamp unto my feet.

Thus I must need to declare Your word to everyone that I meet.
Should I ever feel that my prayers lie unanswered, not heard.
I am reminded to give heed to Your word.

Heaven and earth shall pass away but Thy word shall remain.
I spend my time interceding for those in pain, and needful others.
You are the one that blesses, and covers.

With Thy Communion comes confession and sweet renewal.
I feel refreshed, my spirit shines, set upon me like a fine jewel.
I go out, knowing that Thou art alive!