Sunday, 27 September 2020

Lifted spirit

Praise the lord
Praise the almighty
Praise the blessings he releases when you arrive
You have been broken, now it’s simply more than to just survive.

No more anger or judgement to be instilled 
That’s my prayer, for hope, from where we are filled.

May the direction hold your hand and never let go
You are free as the Father has secured your place,
Hope and glory shall bear its beautiful face.

Love of God Never lets go 
Believe and pray, these simple words I say
I may not see you from week to week, or year to year
Yet for certain, the Father shall forgive your sins and remove your fears.

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