The Clock of Life
You fought for my freedom.
I lived like a slave.
You gave your life for me.
So I could be saved.
From a life lived for myself.
More was never enough.
The things I thought made life easier.
But it just made life tough.
Keeping up with the Joneses.
Of my treasures I’d boast.
My material possessions.
Were the things I loved most.
Not the gifts that you lent me.
But the treasures I earned.
Now I see just how Satan.
Wants me to get burned.
Keep your eyes on the prizes.
Let your gifts pay the price.
For all your heart it goes into.
Holds you tight like a vice.
It will squeeze your life from you.
You’ll leave God behind.
You don’t realize that Satan.
Is robbing you blind.
Once he has taken it from you.
He will take your last breath.
And what once was a gift.
Has now become death.
He keeps you in your past.
Makes you think of tomorrow.
And this takes your today.
Time it cannot be borrowed.
For it’s all that you have.
And it is what he will take.
Til your heart is so broken.
That your spirit will break.
Life lived for your body.
Or lived for your mind.
The truths of the earth.
Keeps your spirit confined.
Your love is your time.
Your heart ticks like a clock.
And when it is over.
Your time it will stop.
When it is finished.
When you are gone.
Will your spirit die too.
Or will it live on?
Spend your time very wisely.
And in others invest.
This is what the Lord tells us.
And our Father knows best.
Live your life by your spirit.
Body and mind they will die.
One day they’ll be buried.
But your spirit will fly.
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Letting Go
I rise from my death.
My old life is done.
My new life is hardship.
The old life was fun.
Gave it all away.
Not the things that I owned.
The old seeds of my life.
And the things I had sown.
My life was about me.
And the things I could get.
At the expense of another.
In my ways I was set.
I had to lose all I loved.
It was then I could see.
All that I had been.
And not all I could be.
I think of a Man.
And the truths that He’d taught.
He’s the meaning of love.
And love I was not.
Maybe love of myself.
And I got what I gave.
Not the freedom I sought.
But the life of a slave.
I was a slave to the system.
I was chained to the soil.
My spirit was dying.
As my blood it did boil.
Only anger, resentment.
And bitterness remained.
As my spirit lay dying.
I was going insane.
Expectations of others.
What could benefit me?
But my truth was a lie.
And His truth set me free.
If you want the gift of the promise.
Put your life on the cross.
Give your life for another.
And you’ll find what you lost.
Accept others as they are.
Just like God did with us.
Let their path be their choosing.
In the Lord put your trust.
The price has been paid.
For your debts in advance.
So true love you could know.
If you give Him a chance.
His live he gave up.
For you and for me.
Not for who we are now.
But for who we can be.
You are not what you think.
You are more than you know.
If you want to find out.
Then you have to let go.
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More Than Just Life
I’m truly alive this very day, through The Truth, The Life and Way,
For today I’m alive in Jesus Christ, the Author of my Eternal Life.
I was alive but spiritually dead, with the certainty of death ahead,
But in The Spirit, Christ came to me, giving me new life Eternally.
I lived all of my days at a loss, in the shadow of Calvary’s Cross,
But then Christ pierced that night, with The Blessed Gospel Light.
On the cross, through His pain, I received from God eternal gain,
And now this life, I live for Him, The Lord who died for all my sin.
I no longer strive in emptiness, but live in Christ’s Righteousness,
A righteousness bestowed on me, from on that cross of Calvary.
A gift of God’s Awesome Grace, when His Son died in my place,
When this gift to me He did impart, He came to dwell in my heart.
Now I don’t live just to survive, but through The Lord I truly thrive,
Living for God an abundant life, through my Savior Jesus Christ.
With The Holy Spirit’s Power, Christ helps me every waking hour,
To live a special life for God, while on this mundane earthly sod.
My life doesn’t end down here, as the end of all is drawing near,
For I will be in a mansion sublime, to continue on for all of time,
And the life I’ve lived on earth, won’t compare to heaven’s worth,
Where we will live in perfect unity, with our Savior for all Eternity.
The Spirit Makes Changes
The Spirit needs to prick one’s heart, to give thinking a fresh start,
Only then can change be wrought, in the direction of their thought.
It’s only natural for our focus to be, here on earth, not on Eternity,
Tending to all earthly needs, spiritual concerns man seldom heeds.
Addressing other things day to day, spiritual things get in the way,
So busy with their daily grind, to things of God, they pay no mind.
It never seems to touch their heart; the words from God we impart,
The words of Truth that we share, hopeful that one day they’ll care.
But, Satan too, does his part, by deceiving every unknowing heart,
Snatching away the seed we sow, hoping that they will never know,
The freeing Truth of God’s Word, from the sharing, that they heard,
Keeping their hearts occupied, to never know, just why Christ died.
Christ came with His life to give, so that all of men could truly live,
A new life upon earth abundantly, as God prepares us for Eternity.
It is The Spirit which Christ sends, that touches the hearts of men,
And by The Spirit God arranges, within or mind unknown changes.
The heart begins to open wide, to those Truths which were denied,
As The Spirit waters sown seed, allowing that one to see his need.
The eyes that were blind before, now open wide and see The Lord,
And that once, unbelieving heart, from God gets a brand new start.
The Heart of Man
For all, it’s the heart of man, which drives his entire lifelong plan,
The heart being the central force, that guides one’s entire course.
All our hearts are fueled by one; that father of lies or God’s Son,
As the spirit which resides within, is one of God or a spirit of sin.
Each man is born into this life, paved with trouble and with strife,
As sin is in complete control, with Satan, master over each soul.
A choice must be made by all, this since the time of Adam’s fall,
One to allow God to enter in, or to remain controlled by your sin.
Friend, every single human heart, is controlled by sin at the start,
But, as we become Born Again, God’s Spirit takes control within.
With God in control of our heart, old sinful ways begin to depart,
Born of God’s Spirit from above, He fills our heart with His Love.
His freedom to our heart comes, when in Christ we’re made sons,
Eternal Sons, of The Living God, while we are on this earthly sod.
Christ died so all men could live, the New Life that Christ will give,
To all men who truly believe, a brand new heart, they shall receive.
Please note the sinful heart of man, was not a part of God’s plan,
But God sent His Son to us all, to deliver hearts from Adam’s fall,
And to give each heart a New Life, through His Son, Jesus Christ,
A life rendered holy and set free, to live with God’s Son Eternally.
(Copyright ©10/2007)
The Game of Death
I lift you up, just to dropp you
Condemnation is my praise
I lower your spirit down to the ground
So my spirit I can raise
It’s not the choices that I have made
For they are justified
My actions make you guilty
Before you have been tried
I think of you like a mirror
My reflection is what I see
You are not to be just who you are
But just an extension of me
My way of life is selfish
Expectations fill my soul
For you are a puppet tied on my string
And I must have full control
The things that truly matter
Are the things that I desire
And when my world starts burning up
I throw you in the fire
I spend my time all for myself
This is the gift I give
I sacrifice all other souls
It is my life to live
Another’s wants, another’s needs
Must follow after mine
Just worship me just as I am
You walked into my shrine
My time is spent, I’ll just take yours
And there’s nothing I’ll give back
I wonder why you hurt so much
I wonder what you lack
It’s never me, it’s always you
Do just as I say
I’ll sacrifice your tomorrow
For the things I want today
If this poem it sounds familiar
For 'your' actions, you always blame
The spirit of another
You’re wrapped in Satan’s game
In a game there is a winner
Which means someone has to lose
So live a life or play a game
That is your choice to choose
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The Holy Spirit
The Holy Spirit moves on a life, making changes for Jesus Christ,
When a truly repentant heart, comes to God for a brand new start.
Within God’s Word it’s revealed, by The Holy Spirit we are sealed,
By The Lord of all Creation, when we come to Christ for salvation.
Sanctification begins in us when, in Christ we become Born Again,
Accepting the Gift from our Creator, New Life, in Christ our Savior.
From the moment in Christ we trust, The Spirit begins a work in us,
As we live upon this earthly sod, using our new life to glorify God.
The Spirit is sent by God’s Son, to dwell in the hearts of everyone,
All in The Son who have new life, baptized into the Body of Christ.
He assures us when all is wrong, that to God’s Son we do belong,
As The Comforter, of all those, who follow Jesus Christ, who rose.
He illuminates and fills our hearts, as Truth, the Holy Spirit imparts,
Guiding Believers as He teaches, speaking Truth to all He reaches.
He empowers those who believe, the moment that we first receive,
Christ’s life changing Gospel Truth, with a New Life as living proof.
Through all this He intercedes, with The Father for all of our needs,
As He grants spiritual gifts to us, mere sinful men made from dust.
All this because He regenerates, a believing soul that God creates,
So why not believe Him today, so He can send the Spirit your way.
(Copyright ©06/2008)
Forgave, Saved and Raised
The Spirit sent from Jesus Christ, came and my heart He engaged.
Christ became for all a sacrifice, and all of my sins Christ forgave.
And by the blood of Jesus Christ, a sinful soul by Christ was saved.
From the grave He came to life, and now my life Christ has raised.
The Holy Spirit Christ sent to us, came from The Father up above.
Who had sent to us His Son Jesus, to the entire world by His Love.
And in His Son we place our trust, as we look to The Father above.
God then purges us of worldly lust, by filling us with Christ like love.
Christ forgave me of all my sin, when I accepted Him into my heart.
He cleansed my heart deep within, and gave me a brand new start.
And The Spirit that was sent from Him, from my life shall not depart.
The Spirit helps me avoid all sin, as He guides my mind and heart.
As a darkened soul I was saved, through the blood of Jesus Christ.
With the very life that Christ gave, He paid for all the ultimate price.
From my life that was so depraved, He gave to me brand a new life.
And so this life, back to Him I gave, to be for Jesus a living sacrifice.
Men who once knew me are amazed, as I live like an innocent dove,
As now with Him I’ve been raised, seated in the Heavens up above.
Where He’s to be forever praised, for what’s truly God’s Eternal Love.
And I may never look on my grave, if soon raptured to His side above.
(Copyright ©01/2006)
A Battle Within
Being nibbled on by The Spirit, through God’s Word, as you hear it,
Chipping away at the great divide, which has been built deep inside.
Removing the veil upon the heart, which hinders Truth Christ departs,
The only truth that sets men free, from the lies that bind you and me.
The Lord will not force your hand, to make you come to understand,
Those deeper truths in His Word, from the preaching you have heard.
The Lord shall use The Holy Spirit to, unveil your heart inside of you,
The heart that’s hardened by a life, that opposes God’s Will in Christ.
This opposition creates a war inside, a battle which cannot be denied,
A battle of one’s will and mind, where God’s Truth becomes maligned,
As you are stalked by the enemy, to blind your eyes so you can’t see,
The many pages of Scriptural proof, of God’s liberating Eternal Truth.
Now captive to Satan’s wicked plan, deceiving the heart of every man,
He’s at work to deceive man’s heart, so from the Truth they will depart.
But The Holy Spirit works patiently, helping your heart and mind to see,
That only God’s Truth sets you free, from Satan’s evil, twisted travesty.
We have not the spirit of this world, when his deception at us is hurled,
Instead we have the Spirit of Jesus Christ, if indeed, we have New Life.
As Believers we must turn from sin, while filling our heart with only Him,
Paying no mind to Satan’s reproof, as Christ leads us with God’s Truth.
The Gift
His spirit is His special gift,
He gives to you and me.
When you receive and embrace it,
All His other gifts you'll see.
But you have to seek to find it,
You won't receive if you don't ask.
Then you will then see through spiritual eyes,
Not through your man made mask.
There are people in this world,
You may like or you may not.
Each have their gifts to offer
But God's gifts just can't be bought.
So often we seek man made gifts,
That benefit ourselves.
But once we get what we want,
We store it on our shelves.
And as they sit and gather dust,
We look for our next fix.
We take our eyes off the real prize,
It's one of Satan's greatest tricks.
So when your old, and your life is done,
Do you think that you will say?
I'm happy I made a life of wealth,
And pushed those I loved away.
So listen to this simple truth,
And see what life's about.
It will take a great leap of faith,
But you'll love how it turns out.
poem by Ryan Lee Morris
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An Uncommon Reality
I never lived in your world.
I never knew what it was like.
I have no real conception, of what normality is?
I never had to take drugs to escape.
I already lived in a world of my own.
I never aimed for or earnestly sort the high life.
I lived an artistic life, of the mind of the soul,
forever separating my life, from the common life.
From the common man and the common clay.
Everything was so sharp and clearly in focus.
Everywhere I saw and heard and knew too much.
I lived upon a heightened vibration rate
an awareness; as incredibly focused intensity.
I lived with such dynamic, personal passion,
I did not know; what it was like; to be passionless.
I knew that some people lived husks of life
but I; did not fully know; what it was to be a husk.
I always had somewhere beneath adversity
which afflicted me; the redemption; of artistic insight.
I guess this explains why husks gather,
so many possessions, to prop up their lives.
Husks are so empty, they often get blown away,
by the soulless wind, generating materialistic values.
I bequeath
a sacred gift
to enhance
enrich such lives.
Come live within
spirit of creativity
one spirit almighty
our divine creator.
Copyright © Terence George Craddock
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Not To Worry
We falter when we fall to worry, about the things we can’t change,
When in our heart, cares we bury, instead of calling on His Name,
Our Glorious Savior, Jesus Christ, the only one who understands,
So all concerns about our life, we need to leave within His hands.
Worrying does nothing for us, but, hinder the life we have in Him,
As it just displays a lack of trust, and that all worry in itself is sin,
Truth by some that goes ignored, when trials tend to fall our way,
As they simply forget the Lord, and what in Scripture He did say.
Christ said we’d have tribulation, while we lived here on this earth,
But, through our Lord of Salvation, we in Christ have a New Birth,
Not to be like others with no hope, as we receive the comfort of,
The Holy Spirit, to help us cope, and our Lord’s continuous love.
We are to live life above every trial, no matter what time or place,
Living in Hope, not in denial; strengthened by unchanging Grace,
Not to worry about our tomorrow, only, to live one day at a time,
Not allowing heartache or sorrow, for we have help that is divine.
Jesus, our Lord and our Savior, knows our every care and need,
And He, being our Eternal Creator, it is His Word, we must heed,
Then He will give to us such peace, down way deep in our heart,
With comfort that’ll never cease; for His Spirit shall never depart.
(Copyright ©01/2008)
Breaking The Chain
To find my spirit, is to free my mind.
My mind tells me what I want.
My spirit tells me what I already have.
What is pleasing to the eyes,
Is poison to the spirit.
Love things and use people.
Give the power to a thought,
Leaves me powerless.
My mind wants control of all.
My spirit says I must control myself.
For it is all I have the power to do.
If I fear I am sick,
I can will myself to feel sick.
Even though I am really well.
I live according to my fears.
My life is surrounded by my giant.
I cannot breathe.
I am suffocated, by what I imagine.
I think what once was, still is.
I fear for my future, based on my past.
I cannot move forward,
If I am constantly held back.
By the chains of my mind that bind me,
I can only be at one place at one time.
My past or my present.
If I hold on to both,
One hand on my past, one on my future,
They each pull me in opposite directions,
Leaving me torn.
Let go of the past.
Grab a hold of the future with both hands.
It's will to be a wild ride!
With my mind, all things are probable.
With my spirit, all things are possible.
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Prayer Against The Spirit Of Lust
• Man is a slave to lust. I am the most high child of the Most High
God. I will never be a slave to lust, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not lust after anything, and my God will give me the grace to
do things according to His will, in the name of Jesus.
• I will be moderate in everything that I do, and my God will bring
balance in all things, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not lust after the things of this world but focus on things in
heaven, which are permanent, in the name of Jesus.
• My righteousness and my uprightness will deliver me. I will not be
caught lusting after things, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not lust in my heart to dishonor my body, the temple of the
Holy Spirit, in any way, in the name of Jesus.
• Heavenly Father, purify my thoughts and
let my ways be pleasing to You.
• I bind any spirit that may cause me to lust after things that will not
glorify the name of God in my life, in the name of Jesus.
• I bind any spirit that may cause an intense and excessive craving for
things that do not matter, in the name of Jesus.
• I bind any spirit that may cause an overwhelming desire to do things
that will make me sin against my Father God, in the name of Jesus.
• I come against every strong sexual desire, in the name of Jesus.
• I come against every wrong motive in doing things that may damage
my life, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not regret anything I do, for all of me and my thoughts are in
the hands of the Almighty God, in the name of Jesus.
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• I know, my Lord God, that You are able, and abundantly able, to
deliver those who trust in You, in the name of Jesus.
• I will not lust after things thereby falling into the trap set by the
enemy for me, in the name of Jesus.
• The grace to focus on things of God, grant it unto me, O Lord, in
the name of Jesus.
• The zeal to do things of God, grant unto me, O Lord, in the name
of Jesus.
• The enthusiasm to hang around people of God, grant unto me, O
Lord, in the name of Jesus.
• Empower me not to lust after anything that does not matter and
that will not glorify Your name, in the name of Jesus.
• Lust is to live unguided to Satan’s strain. This will never be my
portion, in the name of Jesus.
• Forever I am delivered from the Spirit of LUST, in the name of God
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit. In the name of Jesus Christ,
I pray with thanksgiving. Amen.
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Final destination
an angel’s spirit lives within the spirit of
man's heart, guide and lead every soul to
the boundless path of life everlasting
broken as we are, the spirit of the thy Lord
made it purified again, worthy to see the
magnificent rays of eternal light of life
done and made every immortal soul to the
highway of our destiny the road it takes will
always be the road to way back home to our
final destination to the Father's hand
all has to come to the feast of life, where
each one will be judged in accordance to what
you receive and to what each gives
life is full in the spirit of witnessing of giving
of what has been received for the kingdom is
nothing at all but, a life of sharing without taking
of what you receive
It’s a final rejuvenation of each soul, and all are
invited to the feast of giving our life to the
Father in heaven, a final destination of every
Life.....
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True Change
They live as if they don’t know, God above, as they come and go,
Always moving in and out of iniquity, as with eyes that cannot see.
They say that they really believe, and God’s Truth they did receive,
But, their own life has no proof, that they ever embraced The Truth.
Truth that changes how men live, through the Spirit, Christ will give,
Not just to some, but all men, who come to God, to be born again.
Sinful men, who by God’s love, are born anew, of the Spirit above,
God’s Holy Spirit, sent by Christ, to create in believers, a New Life.
The indwelling Spirit starts the change, when believing in the Name,
Of Jesus Christ, unto salvation, who then begins His New Creation.
Transforming our heart and mind, to leave our former ways behind,
Changing our wants and our ways, transforming lives to His Praise.
Through conviction, God will start, His brand new work in our heart,
Turning a heart and mind to Him, to move one from their life of sin,
Moving the heart, who truly trusts, away from sin and worldly lusts;
With open eyes they begin to see, the importance of Life Eternally.
That eternal life begins down here, in a heart moved by Godly fear,
Inspiring change in the present life, to honor our Lord Jesus Christ.
If in your heart there’s no change, while your life remains the same,
Maybe you have been deceived, because you never truly believed.
(Copyright ©09/2009)
So Much Life Longing For More Life
SO MUCH LIFE LONGING FOR MORE LIFE
So much life longing for more life
Wanting to live so much
To feel to experience to know to enjoy to love.
So much life
Others have lived
So much life
I would have lived.
And the life I have lived?
More than I can know or understand
So much of it gone forever.
And all the longing and all the memories
And all the love,
Where is it now?
I have lived so much
And never lived enough
And want to live too much more
And know I will never live enough
And know I have lived so much much more
Than I will ever know again.
Life and more life,
Longing and more longing,
Life- Please God-
Not Death.
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What is Life? What is its Meaning?
What is Life?
When mind enters the matter,
matter develops the mind,
Truth that splits into Three,
It is like fragile glass tree,
Three roots Father, spirit and Son,
Turn that hour glass,
the time starts with
Fusion of gametes,
In the game of love,
Father sits on throne,
Spirit fuels thirst, hunger and desires,
One day life itself starts wondering what is Life?
When life gets kicks for its desires and deeds,
Stands up and asks,
What is meaning of Life?
When metabolism shifts equilibrium,
Rate of catebolism exceeds anobolic rate,
Then starts thinks about fate!
What is the meaning of life?
The life finds answer in life itself,
Life finds answer in its question itself,
Father, spirit and Son trinity,
When son is full of spirit,
Wants to eat, drink, dance and make merry,
Forgets he has to cross the great ferry!
but when spirit stops fueling life, the son,
Thinks of father and sits somewhere alone,
In solitude looks at and screams
O, Father where are you?
When life learns neither matter, nor the mind,
But the truth that became God and satan,
The tree and the serpent,
Mind that was in confusion,
Asking what is Life,
Learns that life is not that,
Neither friend nor foe of life itself,
Only that confusion,
like a boy went to a fair to
purchase trained horse for race,
but lost its money on amusement
only able to purchase an old useless ass!
Life is like that,
If life rides life, life gets kicks and reach a dead end!
If life is led by life, life can live life full of bliss than full of fun and fun to other life it becomes,
When slips footing on its own shit,
Instead of flying like inter galactic space ship!
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It’s All Relative
This life some say is all relative, effecting how they choose to live.
Times may change, this is true, but should it change me and you?
If indeed this life is relative for you, whom or what is it related to?
Not all, you can be assured, is approved or endorsed by The Lord.
Cultures do rise and cultures fall, all at the hands of The Lord of all.
Christ who created all, my friend, will be the same in the very end.
In these ever changing days, sure and unchanging are His ways.
Eternal laws aren’t compromised; by Him wickedness is despised.
Anything that is contrary to Him, could my friend, be laced with sin.
For Satan wraps sin in a disguise, making sin pleasing to our eyes.
But Believers have the mind of Christ, to point us all to Eternal Life.
Are you moved by things on earth, or by the spirit of your new birth?
A Christian’s life should be relevant, to The Spirit whom Christ sent.
For we are to become sanctified, to live our life for Christ who died,
This is to live life as a sacrifice, reflecting the ways of Jesus Christ.
While we live our life down here, we should live it in reverent fear.
All our ways should be relative, to Him who died so we could live.
Living our life for Jesus Christ, recalling He paid the ultimate price.
And knowing that it was related to, His Father’s will for me and you.
And everything is related friend, to where in Eternity you shall end.
I've Lived My Life
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I left the country for the city thought I was smart but I was silly
I should have known I'd get in trouble being so green
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
I met a boy and learned to love him I would have done anything for him
I've loved him more than anything I've ever seen
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over I ruined my life to please my lover
I made him happy he made me cry then said goodbye
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
Only eighteen but it's all over...
I've lived my life and I'm only eighteen
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Relying On The Holy Spirit
The Holy Spirit is enough for me, as I’ve been sealed for eternity,
Sealed, by The Spirit of Christ, with His guarantee of Eternal Life;
The Spirit, the only teacher I need, as Truth, He helps me to heed,
Guiding me through all my days, for Christ’s Glory and His Praise.
For The Spirit opened my eyes, to discern Truth from Satan’s lies,
Teaching me the Ways of God, while led by Christ’s staff and rod,
Growing in His Truth and Love, assisted by His Spirit, from above,
Teaching me God’s Truth day to day, as I travel life’s Narrow Way.
It’s the work of God’s Holy Spirit, to shed light on Truth as I hear it,
Revealing Truths, that I never heard, from God’s Holy, Living Word.
From The Truth, revealed to men, by God’s Spirit, I am Born Again,
Believing in Christ and Him alone, I became one of God’s very own.
As God’s Spirit led me to believe, The Truth of God I would receive,
Believing the Saving Truth of Christ, I received in the Spirit New Life,
And at that very time and place, my life was changed, by His Grace,
Never again would it be the same; all by the power of Christ’s Name.
It is in Christ, that I now abide, through The Spirit, Who dwells inside,
And in God’s Spirit, I fully rely, in the same power from God on high,
Sent to comfort Children of God, while they journey this earthly sod,
Who will also, soon snatch us away, to Heaven on that Glorious day.
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