I will give thanks with all my heart,
For the miracles God has done;
As I continue to impart,
While many others might shun.
I find much gladness in the Lord,
And make joyful music to praise;
Because He is loved and adored,
Through all of my nights and my days.
When any enemies retreat,
I know that they stumble and die;
Thanks to the Lord to help defeat,
Glory to the Lord up on High.
The Lord has defended my cause,
Sits on His throne as a fair judge;
Pardoned and healed all of my flaws,
Never once has held any grudge.
The Lord has condemned some nations,
And has destroyed wicked people;
That were having evil notions,
Causing religion to crumble.
The enemy has been finished,
Leaving in ruins forever;
Uprooted cities that perished,
A memory starts to sever.
Yet the Lord has power enthroned,
Has set up the throne for judgment;
Actions that He has not condoned,
They will have to pay a payment.
He alone is judging the earth,
Will judge its people fairly;
Judgment verdict for their true worth,
A justice that is just and squarely.
He is shelter for the oppressed,
A stronghold in times of trouble;
Safety from those who are obsessed,
In burying them in rubble.
Those who know the name of the Lord,
Will trust and not feel forsaken;
Because they will not be ignored,
So they are not overtaken.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer