The Great Y-H-W-H
Holy are you, merciful creator of my life.
You who look down on this pathetic low-life.
Imparting me with Joy, amidst my strife.
Praising you is the greatest honor of my life!
Your patience surpasses any being in existence,
Bringing lost-souls back with supernatural guidance.
The miracles you do, give me enough credence;
To the intimidating power of your awesome brilliance.
Your enemies know they have been defeated.
Yet convince themselves still, & get baited.
They encourage one other, to feel bolstered.
And still march on to fight you, completely witless.
Mighty Y-H-W-H, controller of all things.
You make the proud kneel, baffled & humbled.
And the weak to be rescued by your elite angels.
You control Good & Bad, which explains battles!
Bringing lost-souls back with supernatural guidance.
The miracles you do, give me enough credence;
To the intimidating power of your awesome brilliance.
Your enemies know they have been defeated.
Yet convince themselves still, & get baited.
They encourage one other, to feel bolstered.
And still march on to fight you, completely witless.
Mighty Y-H-W-H, controller of all things.
You make the proud kneel, baffled & humbled.
And the weak to be rescued by your elite angels.
You control Good & Bad, which explains battles!
Praise you Y-H-W-H, the only being truly noble.
by B, John Martyn
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