By Pearlie Duncan Walker ©
I waited patiently unto the Lord
and He heard my cry in the miry pit,
And set my feet upon the rock
and established my going, even yet.
He put Praise unto my God
and a new song, even into my heart,
That wheresoever in this old world I roam,
He will never, ever part.
Though we fall, we shalt not,
be utterly cast down, the Lord, our hand will hold
From everlasting to everlasting when we come,
joyfully to Him, as bold
Bold in His word, for better is
a little with a righteous man than riches of many,
And when we step into the life of Jesus Christ,
He will hold and mold us, aplenty.
We are to delight ourselves in our Lord
and He will give us our hearts desire.
Seek Him whilst He may be found,
as love for Jesus will fill our hearts with fire.
The fire of yearning of a dream,
to be more likened unto our Savior. He, who
Fills our life and thoughts with a burning desire
for His own work to, so do.
Though we fall, we shall not be utterly cast down,
for His hand is ready to deliver
Us from ails and troubles that seemed to be
as elusive as, is the quick silver,
As the light comes up from the sky
and it disappears, as though it were a dream,
But the light inside our heart, brought by Jesus,
will make the light inside beam.
Yes he inclined and heard my cry
and brought me out of the miry pit of clay
A horrible pit and set my feet upon a rock
and truly established all my way,
And in my heart a new song to sing along.
His Praises from there above,
I am established with my Savior;
He is my dear friend; He is my first love.
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