Give thanks unto the Lord,
His loyal love endures;
So be in one accord,
His faithfulness assures.
Let those who are rescued,
That were saved from the foe;
Keep a good attitude,
Of a spiritual flow.
We know not the hour,
When the enemy hits;
The darkness of power,
Seems like he never quits.
They come from foreign lands,
From the west and the east;
Across the burning sands,
Riding on a strange beast.
They wandered on a road,
No city found to live;
No place for an abode,
No food or drink to give.
They do hunger and thirst,
Fainting from the high heat;
It seems to be the worst,
Able to burn their feet.
They cried out to the Lord,
Because of their distress;
Asked not to be ignored,
For the heat does oppress.
He saved them from trouble,
Oasis was straight ahead;
But still they did grumble,
Though they drank and were fed.
He led them down the path,
Where they might find a town;
Willing to spare from wrath,
Although they wore a frown.
Let them give thanks to God,
Because of loyal love;
Giving Him honor and laud,
For amazing things above.
Copyright © 2018 Richard Newton Sherrer
