Help Me Up: A Poem I Wrote on my Knees

Help Me Up

Here in the brook, Your name I call,
You know the way I took to this fall.
Yet I bawl, for I know You'll lift me up,
This stutter in my call, fills me with hiccup.

My Strong God, tie me with your cord,
I cry Your name my Lord.
May Your promise fill my cup,
Here in this gully, won't You lift me up.

My tear is bitter, like gall on my lips,
My soul is bewildered as my teardrop drips!
Here these praises as they erupt,
Help me up, oh, help me up!

Don't let me enemies' laughter reign,
Here in this brook, You know my name.
And this this rain, falls and covers me,
Yet as I call Your love hovers me.

I will never lose courage, amidst the rage,
I'll keep my hope in the vicinity of this cage,
For You are my refuge in a lonely place,
And on my face, I sup upon Your grace.

Oh fill my cup, Lord fill my cup,
Here in this brook, won't You lift me up!

written by: Orlando Rowe



Hello, I am Orlando Rowe and my passion is to encourage you. I am an author who focuses on Biblical encouragement. You can contact me by filling out the contact form on this website. God bless you!

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