Wednesday, April 4, 2012

I Believe


You are the God that keeps His promises

My God has opened my eyes and I can see

I believe

You prepare a table before me



In the presence of my enemies

You anoint my head with oil

I believe

No need for me to toil



My cup runs over

I’m so blessed to be your daughter

I believe

You are my God the Father

©All articles and comments on Dinky’s Hum Drum Journal are the property of Bridget Sherman and are Copyright protected.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

I know the verse that this comes from and I love that you did such a wonderful job with this poem. You have an amazing ability to write.<3

Bridget Sherman said...

Thank you for your encouragement. <3