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…