Thrust My Trust

Isaiah 25:1-4

The Lord is my God; I will give Him praise,
I will honor His name throughout my days;
For He has done powerful acts oh so great,
Purposes in the past made true as His fate;
Made a town barren tearing down its walls,
As a tower filled with pride from men falls;
Strong people will glorify Him as we cheer,
As the cruel and wicked ones hide in fear;
For God has been a fortress for the poor,
A shelter from the storm as we are in store;
Like a cloud that shades us from the heat,
As a blanket in winter that warms my feet.
Truly a great comforter that God has been,
Just to think that He even erases my sin;
He watches over me both by day and night,
When problems erupt He makes it alright;
For He is always there when I pray my plea,
That is because God does think a lot of me;
I'm no longer tempted with the earthly lust,
For the Lord my God I thrust all my trust,

Richard Newton Sherrer

Copyright ©2004 Richard Newton Sherrer

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