I lift up my eyes unto You,
Of whom is enthroned in Heaven;
As my mind trying to construe;
As the Creator has given.
The servant eyes look to the hand,
So our eyes look to the Lord;
Till He has mercy to command,
Any who are in one accord.
As the eyes of a maidservant,
Looks to the hand of her mistress;
For being loyal and fervent,
For the encouragement to bless.
Have mercy upon us O Lord,
Because we have enough contempt;
For You are worshipped and adored,
For the darkness tries to attempt.
Our soul has had enough scorn,
From those who have been well at ease;
Their pride is spite as I sojourn.
Like a stench flowing in the breeze.
Copyright © 2021 Richard Newton Sherrer
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