Words Of Gold
I could not do it on my own, so God sent me a friend.
A kind and gentle, humble soul.
To pour in words of gold.
I sat and thought that I must be.
A chosen of the Lord.
For upon my heart, he made a path.
To serve and love and grow.
The Lord, He said, that I must feed.
On what would show the light.
To thread on stones and crush the bones.
Of hate and others plight.
In prayer I bow my head to say.
Your wish, I will obey.
In everything, you set the pace.
So I can win this race.
In times of trouble and despair.
I sing unto you Lord.
For you have promised me good things.
To take what you will bring.
With gratitude, I hope in faith.
To dance like David danced.
For when the trumpet sound someday.
I will be taken without delay.
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