Bring me to Him
Tell me about Him
I’m desperately in need of knowing Him
I was told that He’s everywhere
That He knows my beginning and my end.
I’m sure He sees the shackles around me.
My hands are tied.
My spirit wanders, searching for the truth.
Where is He.
The Lord of Elijah.
My soul is down.
Your word divides rightly between
It’s double edged.
I have a table
It’s not with me
It’s in the presence of my enemies.
I did not put it there.
The Lord did.
He will take me to it.
The Lord will.
The devil may try to keep me away from my table.
But once the Lord stretches His arm to give me, who can push it back.
Don’t be deceived, the Lord is never mocked
