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