Jehovah Rophe

To, Jehovah Rophe,

No gift of Tongues can 'ere express
Your steadfast Love and Righteousness
Your outstretched hand to me did save
And lifted me from sin's miry Grave

I give to you my life - my all
And on your name I earnestly call.

Forgiveness Lord - How dare I deserve?
I am CHIEF of sinners
Your Holiness and Awesome power
Can only be expressed by your name
Yahweh.

It is Jehovah Rophe who healed my life
And all my sins laid your back stripes.
I loathe myself, my sins, my desries,
To you, Oh Lord, Place my love higher.

Bore my ears with your abiding grace
And bind myself to your will's true fate.
Indenture my heart so I may be fee
And teach your paths to live righteously.

signed, A sinner made Clean.

Author notes

At our campus Bible study a few weeks ago, we had a night of prayer and at the end we were told to write a letter to God. So this poem is what that is. Jehovah Rophe is Hebrew for "The God who heals." I just felt that it was appropriate knowing how much God has healed and grown me this past year.