I Cry Unto the Lord


My lord hears me when I cry unto Him; for His help each day.
Deliver my soul, Lord from a deceitful or hateful way.
Let me be not encumbered with a mighty and loathsome chain.
Let me oh Lord look up unto Thee and reach; Thee again.

We sometimes go faulty ways Lord; unduly in our way.
Teach us to be stable unto our Savior each and every day.
My help cometh from Him; who is there on the realm so high.
He shall be with me all of my days; in His ways I will try.

He hears me as I call to Him for help; He is mighty and great.
He is our God and Savior of the Heavens; let none have hate.
We need to suffer unto Him; as does He unto our life.
He is here in the early morning and night to put away strife.

Let us look up unto the hills; hence cometh our help from He.
Jesus, died on that old rugged, cross; to bring to us victory.
He suffers not His foot to be moved; He shall not slumber or sleep.
Yes, let us lift our eyes unto the hills; our souls He shall keep.

When I look unto the hills I remember who brings my help.
He is Lord and Savior of the world; His eyes (for us) have wept.
I want to let Him hold all of my tomorrows in His hand.
He is my Savior, and I want to stand; where He now stands.

Copyright © Pearlie Duncan Walker
June 30, 2008