GOD FATHER OF FATHERS

From the dust I have my form, lord to you I'll raise humbly my voice, I have no one to call upon. Will the mountains ever deform? Will the ocean never flow? Will the the thick clouds stop the beauty of the rainbow. no never, not ever, once or ever will you be man. I bow my knees to the most high, to the one who makes the sky, every mornings who wakes me with sunlight, the one who lay my head to rest every nith with peace of mind. I call him Yahweh, he keeps me awake testament of old he made new, predicaments of man he makes good. let no man silence my voice, for I will sing. He calms my storm, he calls me love he's my maker, I call him father. When I've gone Farther than far, he doesn't neglect me to the nearest harm. oh Yahweh! accept my voiceless pen. filled with ink that comes from a grateful heart, this is an instrument you equipped me with since I exist, and with this instrument I'll honour your name.