Thanks Dad Troubles are hicoughs that evil insists Violence makes delicate fingers a fist Tempting reactions to turn you away Dont listen to anything they will say You can be silent the judge will accuse This is no time for your cool sir to lose When we are Steadfast our silence will speak Blessed are those who do choose to be Meek We are just vessels were letting Him use No way once Hes got your heart can you lose Kicking and screaming theyre all going down Me I will lay at His Feet this here crown Crafted with Love for the One who did give Much of His Life so that all of us Live.
Posted on: Fri, 25 Oct 2013 05:00:53 +0000
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