Vessel of Your

Poet's Place 12-22-2016

Vessel of Your  (E) Poet's Place 12-22-2016 #2106259 by Chris Breva

Various people claim
Every story in your word
Supposedly are lies spread
Supporting a cause that
Eventually should die
Leaving them satisfied.

Oh how they are so wrong
For you are God our King
Your throne stands forever more
On the holy heavens
Under your eternal
Reign and your loving grace.



Verily, verily
Eventually we'll be
Standing before our God
Soon after we are sod
Even then His mercy
Love is for you and me.

Oh how sweet is the name
For whose grace we lay claim
Your mercy is forever
On who breast we can sever
Ultimate bondage here
Reality then so clear.