You are my desire O' Lord (Poetry)
Updated: Oct 6, 2020

I called you O’ Lord To seek peace in mind Who else is in the World Other than You who’s kind? You are the ocean of support I yearn and seek with purport Greater is Thy mercy than anything That, Why this sinner is not thinking No doubt, I’m falling unto Thy feet Instead of living as your slave in feat I don’t desire to live comfortably By clinging human hands supportably As our lives runs as creek Earthly pleasures is to seek You are as the only Panacea Come to heal our fatal mania Is Ocean larger to Thy mercy? Is wind stronger to Thee mighty? Can the sky spread unreachable be Even like to the least of Thy fame I’m shorter in wisdom and skill There’s a screech in my mind still With evil mind and swear verses I was confused without manners As I’m the inmate inside prison of Sins Screamed in the event of stranded fins I agonized like boiling water in heat It’s become a dry hot summer street It’s True! The Creator of all By thy Grace, all are possible Willingly reforming us everyday Thee art the Eternal Father I pray Thy grace is within the pure mind The time it surrounds forth N behind The Sins will be destroying died I will serve and worship every day Even any Army or united enmity gather though they came against me together Although the trial is convoyed by pain I'm not tired, I have your compassion The Barrier will be broken – greater Hostility and snare will be loosen The jaws of the foes will be broken On the event of my Savior defends As like a ship knowing not course I was raged stuttering, of course When the evils of wicked surround me Indeed, You saved my life rushing to me When I was withered for a companion When all my strengths were weaken You came to me as a Pillar, Fire Pillar You, the Holy One became my helper O’ Breeze! Lovely and sweet breeze! Your grace is the clear honey elixir My mind is cool when I seek Thy grace The father, you who comforts blister More than the mother who bears the dearer More than the father who carries in shoulder More than the love of spouse in longing The boundary of your love is extending I’ve become the rug of old wear I was a scorn of those who’re near Why does my life with full of flaws just only excrete waste flows? You’ve tested me up like gold I’ll wear your grace like guard As the treasure in the vault You will bless me in days ahead I’ve no need for golden attires No need for the praise of admirers Not popularity, Land and jumble But, as for me your feet is ample