Lord Make me A Garment of Praise

Lord, make me a garment of praise
even though my flesh is wearing thin
and the days behind
are more than the days ahead
To sing of your Shikeneh Glory
with my brothers and sisters in this
wilderness called earth
Let me moisten my thirsty soul
on justice for the poor,
Let my tears find solace with
The Martyrs who cry under the alter
“How Long Lord?”
Let me sing praises with Paul and Silas
in that jail cell
Lord make me a garment of praise
give me beauty for ashes
and child-like fear
Give me the wisdom of
Your Holy Word
A sharpened sword
to fight the ever vigilant demons
O’ Rock of Ages
Secure me, and gird me,
Hide me in the cleft of the rock

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