Psalm 146. We Plead
He is a God who holds a promised land,
One true God, who raises up the weak.
Justice, he gives and heals a wounded hand,
Frees the oppressed, words of truth he lets speak.
He is a God, who opens a blind eye,
Lifts a burden, carries fat heavy loads.
Feeds the hungry, cures the sick, catches sighs
Forever, we’d be in God’s holy road.
God is king in every generation.
He is a Father to protect us, all.
Let all come to him in adoration,
Clouds’ a bed, and moon’s a net, when we fall.
We plead in weakness, Lord, don’t forget,
Take care of us, in your home don’t regret!
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