
I’m writing a poem for You,
From when the golden sun rise
To when her rays go in the evening
I will tell how much I love You
How You made my future bright
For when the night rains are blowing
You were my shield and comfort
I will paint Your grace on poetry
I will call it Your name, Jehovah Elohim
You have raised me from dust
And made my life sweet as honey
Thou art worthy, Thou art awesome
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