I Can Sup

 Everyday I seek your face.

Because without you Lord.


I am lost from grace.

Everyday I fill my cup.

With manna Lord so I can sup.


In your word you said you chose.

Those who love the Lord who rose.

I know that I will fear your wrath.

If I do not, by your blood do bath.


Sow in me seeds of might.

That I will rise and win this fight.

Fear at times surrounds me well.

But in you my soul will dwell.


Favour in the midst of fear.

Draws me closer to you with tear.

I have ever hoped that love.

Might shadow the path where I rest like a dove.

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