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,
my excuses turn into dust the LORD has
Looking to the hills from which cometh my
help… I FIND