A Poem on Psalm 78
If I had all blessing
I’d still be redressing
My complaint about God
O’er mercy run roughshod
Though mercies unfold
My heart is still cold
I want it my way
God as valet
He should supply
And not question why
Let Him show wonders
And ignore all my blunders
My heart so dark
There is not a spark
Of love for the Throne
There’s sin to the bone
Good gifts won’t create
Nor my sins to negate
I must be made new
A clean heart to debut
What I need is a change
Sovereign grace to arrange
A new second birth
But not from the earth
For if I am to live
The Spirit must give
That birth must precede
For faith to proceed
No blessings will save
My soul from the grave
But a new life must come
All of grace to be from
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