The Answer’s in the Question
Stepping past superstitions, criticisms, prejudices and upbringings…
I hold tight to the Hand of Freedom.
Prisoners grasp firmly to beliefs of acceptance, beauty, love and greed;
Oblivious to why they desire them.
These victims also pull at my mind; ignoring, questioning demanding
The motivation for my perseverance -
Assuming that I’ve no faith at all as I continue my hold on Christ -
“It must be a mindless trance”.
And though I feel God’s Life rush through me along with
memories, miracles and promises which bubble from deep within…
Why do I permit this torture, death vying for God’s victory?
Jesus, rescue me from my sin!
I hold tight to the Hand of Freedom.
Prisoners grasp firmly to beliefs of acceptance, beauty, love and greed;
Oblivious to why they desire them.
These victims also pull at my mind; ignoring, questioning demanding
The motivation for my perseverance -
Assuming that I’ve no faith at all as I continue my hold on Christ -
“It must be a mindless trance”.
And though I feel God’s Life rush through me along with
memories, miracles and promises which bubble from deep within…
Why do I permit this torture, death vying for God’s victory?
Jesus, rescue me from my sin!
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