Let your power fall Majesty,
In the midst of my troubles.
Come down oh Lord in your might,
And fight this battle for me.
I am broken,
Tied up like a sacrificial lamb,
Surrounded by fiery darts.
With no where to go
My enemies surrounds me.
Come my Savior!
Raise a standard over them,
That there'd be a shout
From this Hill Top,
That you have won again!
Hezekiah Tiamiyu
©PenKiah
28-05-16/02: 20am
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