Thinking of all our facilities
Some find pride in abilities...
..........Do the social graces
........See the starving faces...
I putted myself in your hands one day
Since then i know I'm more than safe...
Questions running wild,
fears and doubts creating storms...
Desiring guidance and undeserved mercy
I turn away leaving all my dreams behind...
What can I write about grace not written before?
God gave this heavenly gift to make a spirit soar...
I fall down upon bended knee
praying to the Lord...
If God is dead, and martyrs seek His role
Some cry for freedom, others for their soul...
Your slave, secluded, prays my Lord,
Turning always to no one but You alone...
Broken covenants, broken vows,
Broken wings, and holy cows...
Every time I hear your name,
I have a feeling I can't explain...
Plant your seeds of life,
In the garden of Jesus...