"If it had not been the Lord Who was on our side when men rose up against us. Then they would have quickly swallowed us up alive when their wrath was kindled against us; Then the waters would have overwhelmed us and swept us away, the torrent would have gone over us; Then the proud waters would have gone over us. Blessed be the Lord, Who has not given us as prey to their teeth! We are like a bird escaped from the snare of the fowlers; the snare is broken, and we have escaped! Our help is in the name of the Lord, Who made heaven and earth." PSALM 124
Walk On
there's a people who are windswept
body shaking to take another step
Somethings rattling here in our chests
and its louder, yet a whisper
and it's fading, yet it's so clear
there's a worn edge on a cliffside
there is a lulling in the swolen tide
into the unknown where no one wants to go
its too safe here, above or below
we will make it, but not on our own
There's fire that keeps getting higher
There are monsters that tear us apart
we're surrounded and we're trapped here
in a prison full of our fears
there's a door with no key hole
and no handle
if it wasn't for You
they would have killed us
but we will walk on
we will walk on
we will walk through that door
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
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1 comment:
that's beautiful.
-courtney
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