The Psalmist Cried Unto The Lord By Jacqueline Amos Lord God of thy Salvation, the tears I have shed, through the night and day. Let thy prayers be herd. For the troubles of my soul. The haunting of thy soul shall follow me after my death. Salvation that lye upon my feet, As the slain that lies upon the grave. Thy trespasses lie upon me. My eyes cries by reason of my wraith. I must now reap the sore of my disobedience upon the earth. But unto thee I come as a humble child, forgive thee dear lord. I shall sin no more. Lye thy loving kindness upon thy head, thy faithfulness in destruction has taken charge I am afflicted and ready to die my darken soul. Shall thy wonders be known upon the dark. That my children shall not feel the pain. The terriers that I afflicted, within the blood in the palms of my hand. Thy righteous in the land of forgiveness shall be herd. I will sing the songs of mercy, of the lord forever. The raging of the sea’s have drown within my hopes and dreams. The rising of the sun, has left a darken shadow upon my head, The vultures of the earth await my tired bones. Blessed is the people whom rejoice all the days of life. Thy shall walk, Oh lord in the light of thy countenance. Thy art the glory of thy strength. Copywriter 2002 Thy shall walk, Oh lord in the light of thy countenance. Thy art the glory of thy strength.