My Needs Are Met

 All of my life, I have been covered with grace..

Strengthened and favoured, on a bed of lace.

Though sorrow came calling, to weaken my knees..

In prayer I would go, to the God who sees.

Kicked to the curb, yet blooming with corn..

The words of my Father, were the sounds in my horn.

Driven with purpose and bold as could be..

Into the sanctuary, I was always made free.

Without, lay hopelessness, but within I was fierce.

For the Paul's anointing, showed me who was pierced.

Grace and courage, watched my back..

So I was protected, from the enemy's attack.

Today I stand, as a child of the King..

Ready and able, to worship and sing.

Though I walk through the valley, of the shadow of death..

The God of heaven, will see my needs are all met.