Poetry by Liynaa Martinez

"The Promised Land"

Keep me oh Lord from the froward way 
Guide me oh Lord so I won't stray 
Teach me to walk in a perfect way from day to day before you Lord. 
 
Though they join against me hand in hand
With rage as hot as the fire brands
To destroy my soul from the promise land, still I will call upon the Lord. 
 
And I will sound the trump on high 
And raise my banner to the skies
Even as the war intensifies to be delivered by You Lord. 
 
That I may stand on the Judgment Day
With a white washed robe and a crown arrayed 
My soul shall rejoice To hear Him say, "enter into the joy of the Lord".