My words, an escape is this my last chance?
For through broken Glass, I see
fear and anxiety, my life at first glance
a twisted calamity, shadows of pride
O’ Father, I do not know your design
But I know there is a Tree of Grace,
The foot of it, my fears resign
I know better than to complain
How much more, what will break me
I see more storm clouds in the horizon,
Father, I wish you would just take me
I look forward to an eternity
Join with Christ, dance and rejoice
O’ Lord, whom should I fear?
For you saved me, not my choice
But it is not time for me to go
You Father, have a predestined plan
I have a calling, to protect my daughter
And to lead my son to become a man
Forgive me for more iniquities Father!
Shepard me Lord when trials rain
Lift my cup, asking for more and more
Grace! Until I am free from all worldly pain!
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