Promise True

My King, my Lord sits upon His throne;

And I lift my eyes to my heavenly home.

My eyes look to my Lord seeking mercy.

I cry have mercy, Lord have mercy on me.


You have called me to make an attempt,

But this world holds nothing but contempt.

I get contempt from the proud and the fool;

Loud are the arrogant shouts of ridicule.


I rejoice with your people who love you;

As we meet together giving praise to you.

I hear a voice say, “My Grace I gave,

That you would no longer be a slave.”


From my dark valley I raised my eyes,

Searching for someone to hear my cries.

The Prince of Peace heard my desperate call,

That His peace would reign within these walls.


I lift my eye and search the mountains tops;

The Lord is my help, His blessings never stops.

The Lord my God, maker of heaven and earth,

Has called me by name and set my worth.


He has a plan for me, He knows every detail,

My Lord watches over me, He will not let fail.

His love has lead me safely to mercy’s throne;

And I know His promise is true to lead me home.


Carl A. Gooch ~ 26 December 2012