Angels Bake My Bread

I shall flourish like the grass, on a cool summer's day.

For the dew up in heaven, will give water when I pray.

More than a conqueror, I was promised I would be.

To win every war, for by faith I would see.

All the day long, I am challenged to be weak.

And corrupt like a chain, are those I do not seek.

My flesh and my heart, are not always like a board...

But I

will always be a green olive tree, planted in the house of the Lord.

I will increase in riches and prosper in the world.

For the wealth of the unjust, is laid for me in gold.

I am guided with great counsel, to make my enemies flee.

For the God of my salvation, shed His Blood for me.

I am not a castaway, or uninvited guest.

For where my Saviour is, I am blessed above the rest.

The licking of the dust, is not my feast prepared.

For Jesus plants the wheat and angels bake my bread.