(Psalms 121:1-2) I will lift up mine eyes unto the hills, from whence cometh my help. My help cometh from the LORD, which made heaven and earth. I wrote this poem sitting on the front steps of my church looking at Mt. Rainer in the distance hoping for the restoration of my soul. This is…

LOOKING TO THE HILL’S

by Edward (The Limitless poet) Taylor III

Looking to the hill’s from which cometh my help; I
find myself on bended knee seeking the LORDS mercy,

For I have perversely polluted my soul, with my heart full
of loneliness on the wrong path I strolled.

My vision clouded with pride-

The truth is hard to see when your looking through Pharisaical eyes.

Now I arise and speak wiping the tears off my cheek,

As I seek the LORD With fervent prayer the cords of sin that had me bound begin to tear,

I can hear the sound of walls crumbling
down around me,

my excuses turn into dust the LORD has
found me.

Looking to the hills from which cometh my
help… I FIND

…Myself