Hurry, My Lord


	Hurry, My Lord Almighty God creator of all that is and all that is to be, Please, oh mighty Lord don’t with hold Your fellowship from me. I long to hear Your voice to tell me how much You care, I await Your gentle hand so all my troubles You can help me bear. I listen not with earthly ears for they can’t hear Your Heavenly sound, I open to You my heart where the truth can always be found. I pray, my Lord will hurry so from my shoulders You can lift this weight, For without Your mighty strength defeat and despair are to be my fate. Please, oh my Savior as You gave me an immortal soul, Have compassion on this worn clay vessel please touch me and make me whole. JRS © 5-24-02 The "Okie" Poet All poems copyrighted ã1997-... Spring Creations The "Okie" Poet All Rights Reserved