Elisha's Portion
Desperate, I am for more..
To boldly knock, on heaven's door.
Elisha's portion, is my need..
To uproot every, evil weed.
In hunger, I will usher in..
The springs of time, to fight and win.
How I ache, to soar up high..
And touch the weak, who sit and cry.
Perhaps in haste, I rage like Saul..
But without fear, I will be Paul.
Though shipwreck comes, with winds of woe..
I will conquer, every evil foe.
Where I rest my head, this night..
The stars above, will be my light.
As pillars fire, keep me warm..
I know my God, is my calm
in the storm.
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