MY GUY
(A poem)
My help comes from the Lord
I believe he gave me this life I cannot afford
It was by Him that I entered my mother’s Womb
It is by His will that I shall still enter a Tomb
Everyday, he wakes me up and gives me grace to breath some air
Because of his love, I can never despair
It is through His power that I am healed
For He is my protector and shield
He keeps watch over me from on high
My fault bread, He is ever ready to supply
If I ever fall into the hands of the evil one
For my rescue, He’ll send His Son
If I pray to him, I always get a reply
If He were a human, I’d call him my guy
He’s the El Shaddai
He keeps you safe from people who want you to die.
Amen. All praise and glory to our Lord and Saviour Jesus Christ.
Both now and forever.
Thank you