Sweet Is Thy Spirit

Sweet is thy spirit which quickens this my weary soul.

Though the darkness has laid waste; with thee I shall abide whole.

For in this comfort I shall rise above the wastelands; of these most troubled times.

I shall set forth and rise; I shall scourge the shadows which steal the mind.

So hearken now oh lord unto the softness of my whispering lament.

Divide asunder and confuse those which come to steal peace away.

Give now unto me thy grace and stand with me always I silently pray.

Walk with me; hold me in the power of your right hand.

For I am unable to even walk without you; and it is by thee I stand.

So sweet is thy spirit as I close these tired and worn eyes.

So sweet is it in deliverance, oh precious lord of mine.

J. Allen Wilson © 3/2008