Old slew foot's on the move
Trying to win over our souls
He rests not for a minute
His plan is to get us to fold
He makes us so miserable
That we can't see our Light
The light of our Jesus
Is barely in sight
Our body weakens
Our emotions run amok
Our heart fails us
Our spirit can't keep up
We teeter we fall
But we don't stay down long
We know who to turn to
We sing out our song
Of Praise
Praise to the Father
Praise to the Son
Praise to His Holy Spirit
For making us one
In Him
Praise to His Cross
That set us free
Praise to His resurrection
That gave us life eternally
Praise for all we have
Our family and friends
All the treasures we've built
On earth through Him
With a grateful heart
I thank Him through tears
For the privilege of prayer
For the power it yields
The power to fight
Old slew foot's arrows
Jesus fights them for us
We are like His sparrows
He clothes us He feeds us
He nourishes our soul
He keeps us from falling
Into the black hole
The black hole of desperation
Is satan's realm
We don't have to ever go there
When Jesus is at the helm
Thank you and Praise you Jesus!!
© Mary Silva
June, 2006
Hebrews 2:9
But we see Jesus, who was
made a little lower than the
angels for the suffering of
death, crowned with glory
and honour; that He by the
Grace of God should taste
death for every man.
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