Thursday, May 10, 2012

eighteen


What a blessing stuck under this earthen curse
To see the King at the wedding All the more glorious being the worst
Don't look down now
It's not going to help
The Ox is muzzeled
The world is puzzeled
What to live for? Who to please?
In our closets on our knees
Freed by death on a tree
Cleared my deabt, payed my fees
Living to love Him whole fully
Obey His decrees
At His name darkness flees
In His presence we'll forever be
In this life, this life I lead
Your face, your Love this will I see
 Blessed are the meek
The deeper power comes through the weak
And faith as a musturd seed
What'd you come out to see?
A wind blown desert reed?
He's coming back to judge the scene
This is our mission This is our calling
Your purpose among a world thats falling
This is What you were made for
This Is why the veil from top to bottom tore
No, your not alone Go,
His breath is with you
Watching from Heaven's shore
Watching over His child, you

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