A Crown Of Gold And Not Of Wood

Sorrow calls my name everyday

But I have chosen to ignore her

Depression wraps her manipulative arms around my world

Yet I pretend not to see her

Sickness breaks my flesh

But I am covered with His blood

Doubt tries to find my peace

But my peace is with the Lord

And when I close my eyes

He speaks to my heart

Though my fullness may tarry

I am not forgotten

His plans for me are plans of good

Plans of good and not of evil

The King of the Universe made me an oat by blood

Elshaddai swore to me by His Word

It became flesh and dwells within my weak frame; 

Alas life in abundance 

To the covenant I live in accordance

Though my results tarry

He who made the ears hears my cry 

I am not forgotten

For I am a servant of His pleasure

A Royal Priesthood

Oh His plans for me are plans of good

So I say to my fears today, be gone

I say to my tears wait till dawn

For joys comes in the morning

The Lord will surely come

I am not forgotten

For His namesake I am not forsaken

I am bestowed with a crown of gold and not of wood

I am bestowed with a crown of gold

His plans for me are plans of good

Not plans of evil, but plans of good

By Kyng David,© 2013, All rights reserved.