Let this be written for the day,
Of the future generations;
That the people learn to obey,
And become as new creations.
The Lord created that we praise,
Looking down from His holy height;
While we honor Him always,
Shining blessings of a pure light.
He hears the groans of suffering,
Setting free of those doomed to die;
Comforting those by buffering,
Through their torment making them cry.
They declare the name of the Lord,
In Jerusalem as they praise;
While being in one accord,
Constantly talking as one prays.
When two or more people gather,
For worshipping unto the Lord;
Offering their praise together,
Sincerity is not ignored.
He weakened my strength in the ways,
Feel humbled as a broken man;
As He shortened my numbered days,
For conforming into His plan.
I ask God take me not away,
In the midst of days of my years;
Enduring temptations that stray,
Throughout generations one fears.
Of old He laid the foundation,
With the workmanship of His hands;
The master plan of creation,
Endowed through His mighty commands.
Others perish but He remains,
Like a garment they will wear out;
Because of their fading domains,
That comes from deception and doubt.
But the Lord remains the same,
Because His years will have no end;
We will dwell secure to proclaim,
As our God and our friend.
Copyright © 2019 Richard Newton Sherrer
