MY TOUNGE IS A SWORD. IT IS A DOUBLE-EDGED BLADE. USED FOR LIFE OR DEATH, DEPENDING ON THE DIRECTION ITS SWAYED. HOIST IT THE RIGHT WAY, SOUL. HARNESS THE WRONG WAY, FOOL.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Romans 8:18

When Im lost, When Im feeling all alone.
My strength is torn.
When my faith is weak
and the monkeys on my back,
they climb inside.
I know that you are with me,
but do I hear your voice?
In spite of all my pain,
despite of all this noise?
This wretched man with these
empty priorities,
is crying at his knees.

Its not worthy to be compared
to when I finally see the glory that is revealed.
and when im finally there
For all eternity,
My Savior I shall see.
Ill praise my God my king.
And on that glad morning,
all my suffering
was not worthy to be compared.

I used to live my days
for this present time.
Filling up my waiste
of Life's worthless rhyme.
But now I live my days,
my minutes, my seconds, my hours
only for your grace;
your redeeming power.
When your filled with strife
and the worries of this life
just remember Pilgrim
that this world is not your home.
This world is not your home.

Its not worthy to be compared
to when WE finally see
the glory that is revealed.
And when were finally there
for all eternity,
our Savior were gunna see.
Well praise our God, our King.
And on that glad morning
all our suffering
was not worthy to be compared.

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