The Good Shepherd’s my Defender,
Love’s Brilliant Beacon of Hope,
God’s Messenger poised to render,
Good News that’s changing the globe.
Spiritual Poetry
The Good Shepherd’s my Defender,
Love’s Brilliant Beacon of Hope,
God’s Messenger poised to render,
Good News that’s changing the globe.
He’s the God of Perfect Peace,
Through all my doubts and fret,
One Hope that will not cease,
This King who paid my debt.
Some say they’re antiquated,
The Words within His Pages,
But they’re Divinely annotated,
So the heart is what engages.
Holy Father of Favor,
Let Your Mercy fall on me,
Thank You for Christ our Savior,
God’s impeccable Guarantee.
Drowning in doldrums,
The mundane and shallow,
Seeking His face to repent.
Salvation’s doctrine,
The Truth we will follow,
It’s Jesus one hundred percent.
Acknowledge His Anthem,
And shout to the Hills,
The Lord payed our ransom,
By the Blood Jesus spilled.
When we call to Him there’s comfort,
When we cling to Him there’s approval,
For His Honor’s standing Triumphant,
And His Grace will offer Renewal.
Though darkness called my name,
You were there to save,
But no matter how I tried,
Sin would not behave.
You wrestled with my demons,
Destroyed their feeble power,
Filled me with Your Goodness,
To sing Your Praises louder.
The suffering servant chose,
To disregard His will,
So through Him Mercy flows,
Down the Cross on Judgement’s Hill.
For God would not forsake Him,
But raise Him up instead,
When Hope was fading dim,
New Life was quickly pledged.
The Cross creates a stigma,
For arrogance to exist,
An ego crushing enigma,
The prideful surely dismiss.
But the humble answer the call,
By Faith to be forgiven,
A new heart set to install,
Through Christ our only provision.