Through the eye glass

Search my soul oh Lord and let me be Concreted Lord to thee
When thou call me, my bones stand to attention and not sleep.
The wicked shall try but in vain no rest has given until that great day.
Early in the morning, I search your glory gathering lessons daily.
In my soul, I cast out the hatred that corrupt like bitter wormwood
 
Knees bent faced towards the house of the Lord he sleeps not.
His abundant wisdom overshadows my thoughts to do mercy.
To love my enemies, purge out my soul bless the Lord forever.
And everyone will see the glory of God shining in my soul.
For the Lord will fight my battles in his arms I take comfort
 
The wicked have compassed me Lord and rejoicing can be heard.
Theirs is but a short victory God’s chosen child cannot be lost.  
In the valley of decisions, only the true God can be boss.
Stretch out your mighty hands oh Lord let all who sin shiver.
Cast out my enemies into darkness and let my soul find rest.
 
Let your mighty works be done so will I know that I have won.
My soul will always love the truth and honor my God like no other.
A God of justice a God of love a God who lives in our hearts.
And for a time and season let all who seek you have no reason
But stand still and see your true salvation.