In the Presence of the Lord

by Ken Pullen

Scripture from the King James Version appears in Italics

My soul rejoices

at last

before too late

upon my Lord lifting my heart to life

no longer deaf

nor dead to the pure truth

hearing thy loving, living voice

no longer blind

spirit, mind, heart renewed

 eyes open

for the first time

as someone exiting a womb of darkness

into radiant light

alive

alive

alive at last!

In full faith of my Savior, the Conqueror

of sin

of death!

Preserve me,

O God;

for in thee do I put my trust.

O my soul,

thou hast said

unto the Lord,

Thou art my Lord;

my goodness

extendeth not to thee;

But to the saints who are in the earth,

and to the excellent,

in whom

is all my delight.

Alive to the Truth of thy Living word

in which I can find

the way

to the presence of the Lord

not going in my selfish way

each day

as I had for so long

even in absolute silence

my spirit, my soul, my heart

sings the song

of salvation

only One

only Yeshua can provide

Their sorrows shall be multiplied,

who hasten after another god;

their drink offerings of blood

will I not offer,

not take

up their names into my lips.

The Lord is the portion

of mine inheritance

and of my cup;

thou maintainest my lot.

I live each breath

by the will of God

seeking

to remain

in the presence of the Lord

The lines are fallen

unto me

in pleasant places;

yea,

I have

a goodly heritage.

I will bless the Lord,

who hath given me counsel:

my heart also instructs me

in the night seasons.

Once hollow

a drying, parched, thirsting never filled and rusted soul

another walking dead full of holes

living life similar to blind

going in perpetual death spiral moles

retaining the rancidity of this evil world

clogged

flaking

breaking

with every  lifeless word, philosophy

dusty footsteps of other men

making nothing but mud

with the dripping lies

from their vile drool

they peddle as enlightenment

or

in constant stagnation

like a constipated animal

stuck in a trap

going nowhere

thinking I could find my own way

my spirit

all but invisible

I

existed

among

the walking dead

one of them

stumbling

giving the illusion of walking upright

by worldly definition

I lived in daily perdition

I have set the Lord

always before me;

because

He is at my right hand,

I shall not be moved.

By Thy loving hand

with thy Holy Spirit

was I led

to the presence of the Lord

Therefore my heart is glad,

and my glory rejoiceth;

my flesh

also shall rest in hope.

For thou wilt not leave my soul in sheol,

neither wilt thou permit

thine Holy One to see corruption.

I rejoice for thy lift

every upward current

of thy feathered wings

thy gift

of sacrificed Son

Yeshua

Lord of Lords

King of Kings

to keep lowly me

from deaths sting

to raise my spirit

show me life

heal my heart to eternally sing

protected by thy Spirit

encompassed in thy strength

to conquer as thy Son

if I remain true

growing

always living

reverence

honor

praise

worship

diligent discipleship

to Son

to Thee

my Lord

my God

residing in truth

in the presence of the Lord

Thou wilt show me the path of life.

In thy presence

is fullness of joy;

at thy right hand

there are

pleasures for evermore.