Precious To God
The Lord is my provider.
Of this I am sure.
Green pastures I will lie on.
For in wealth I was born.
My Cup will run over.
My God will be my shield.
In everything I need to do.
His grace will be my due.
In sickness and in health.
I am healed by strength and stealth.
My morning
breaks eternally.
As every demon have to flee.
I kiss the wind in wonder.
As praises ever rise.
For my clouds are lined with silver.
And my heart will never quiver.
I press on to my calling.
To war against the dark.
To pull down every stronghold.
And trample every fold.
By faith I trust in Yahweh.
To catch me if I fall.
To obey the Lord's commandments.
And sift through every dent.
Precious is my promise.
To heaven I am bound.
Yea and Amen are my knowledge.
And by destiny I pledge.
I fight with power in the Blood.
To win each war that comes.
For in the vineyard of my Husband.
There's an army I command.
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