I Exalt Thee

For so long I have been down so low
lost in the darkness of doubt, the Devil
kept saying you think and you worry
way too much but Jesus said I am the
way, the love and the life, his voice
sounded like rolling thunder, turning
my heart inside out and it’s now I know
you can hear me, down on bended knees
saying oh hallowed be thy name, forever
and for all eternity, yes and I pray for
those, for you and me, I am so tired and
weary but I know Jesus will give me
the strength to sustain until he comes
back to get me because I know, I know
he loves me oh and so I EXALT THEE
Oh and as the Angels sing I sing along
with them, he heard me as if I were singing
alone, singing my new heart song, singing
my life is in your hands, grant me wisdom
peace and patience so I can be the man
you want me to be, the man you wanna see
me be, show me the way and I will follow
because love leads me and if nobody loves
me Jesus I know you love me and I EXALT

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through poetry.com and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through Lulu.com. After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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