The Hand of God

He came to me at my weakest,
Making ways where I thought there were no doors.
Didn’t think I would need him at my lowest,
But then, what do I know?
I haven’t been the brightest.
His righteous right hand keeps me safe forever.
To me, he is God the mightiest.
He covers up all my flaws
My God be making me the luckiest.

Yeni