Lord, Your name deserves more praise than I can breathe.
Yet, You show compassion while I’m on bended knee.
How can I ever thank enough for what You do.
I am lifted up from the depth of my blues.
You comfort me when my eyes go gray with fear.
When my sea grows rocky, Your compass draws me near.
My enemies engulf me as if to make the kill…
However, You keep my spirit’s blood from spill.
Lord, I thank You for fighting unyielding storms.
Your compassionate love surrounds in every form.
I trust You completely with my very life
in hopes I’ll never see my enemy’s knife.
When my life has completed the road yet to lay,
and all my emotions erupt my last day,
I’ll come home praising Your name forever.
I’ll rejoice that my enemy’s line is severed.
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