Pleasant Places, Beautiful Borders

God grants me joy to love the Lord, He taught my heart to sing
For each new blessing and reward that only God could bring...
From Adam's line, each child was born and I was made aware
That God is able to forewarn each time I kneel in prayer...

For who am I and whose am I? God called me out by name...
No more a child that's prone to cry with sins to cause me shame.
My God, to me, is ever near, His Spirit guides my path,
Such that I walk devoid of fear, such that I'm prone to laugh...

Consider what the Lord has done that I should feel so blessed,
His light, to me, outshines the sun, His love has proved the best...
I marvel at the grace bestowed on someone such as I...
My very life to God is owed... His love for me won't die...

How can that be? What can I say? He fills me to the brim.
I think of God by night and day. I'll always think of Him...
What pleasant places He has spared, as if just mine alone...
Beautiful borders He has shared, this land is mine to own...

What can I do, but take His hand? He leads me tenderly,
Grants wisdom I can understand, because it's meant for me...
No wonder that I praise the Lord and teach new songs as well,
For love like His can't be ignored by hearts that long to tell.

(June 2011)

poem by Denis Martindale
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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