God Sustains Me Poem by Brett White

I have been wounded
To the depths of my soul.
My love for others has been
The source of inexpressible hurt,
So on God I shall call in travail.
Nobody knows the extent of my pain,
But God Above on whom I rely.
If not for His healing graces and gentle mercies I would be dead in my sins.
When I am weak and wounded,
I call upon the Lord for help and mercy.
The Lord is my Salvation in my darkest hour.
God sustains me when I can barely stand;
Yea, He lifteth me up when I am low.
My rock of comfort, the Lord provideth Shelter; under His bough is shade
In the noonday heat.
His mercies are ever-flowing from Everlasting; He wipeth my tears
And answers my prayers.
I put all of my faith in You, O Lord;
Thou art my sole comfort
In my times of need.
Praise be the name of God forever,
His glory endureth from beginning to end.

Amen