Lift me Lord
How could it be that I should feel?
This heavy weight upon me.
The devil hovers near me now,
To steal away my joy.
My heart belongs to you oh Lord,
My mind does rest upon your Word.
But worry seeks to draw me back,
To that old fight, my flesh can't win.
Where old man thoughts pervade my mind,
And draw me from you comfort.
They speak the lies of endless doubt,
And weaken my resistance.
Lift me Lord with your perfect Word,
To where you'd have me dwell.
Crush worry and anxiety, give them
No place to dwell.
Remind me often of thy joy,
And peace you will afford.
Lead me deeper in your Word
Ever closer to You Lord.
Mike Roberson,
03/05/20
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