My heart overflows with Good News,
As I sing my song to the king;
For salvation helps me to choose,
Of what my tongue and lips will bring.
My tongue is a pen that will write,
As grace is poured out from my lips;
Which is able to pour out light,
As your ears quenches from its sips.
That is why God keeps blessing you,
As a warrior with a sword;
Splendid majesty that is true,
Clothed in royal robes for the Lord.
A victorious majesty,
For the cause of humility;
Righteousness filled with honesty,
Enhancing capability.
Allowing your right hand to teach,
Of all the awe-inspiring things;
For new goals are able to reach,
To what a fallen nation brings.
For the arrows pierces the heart,
Of the enemies of the king;
Nations fall from words you impart,
Written by God that your lips fling.
The throne of God is forever,
His scepter for justice at hand;
No sword is able to sever,
Anything that He would demand.
The Lord has loved all that is right,
And has hated all that is wrong;
For the righteous are in the light,
And that is where they all belong.
That is why God anointed you,
Pouring out His oil of joy;
But not companions of the dark,
For their desire to destroy.
The fragrance of aloes and myrrh,
Detected on your apparel;
Intoxicant causing a blur,
Which could put you into peril.
Copyright © 2017 Richard Newton Sherrer
