Build A House Of Prayer
I have sold my soul, to the King of Kings. Because I soar, on eagle's wings. My hope is bound, in the crown of thorns. And my destiny lies, where there is no frowns. In times of trouble, my God is there.. In prayer I go, for I do not fear. The armies of heaven, are my shadow at will. And my house is built, with a craftman's skill. I pray each day, as I yield myself.. That I be shifted, from the dust on the shelf. Few are my companions, on this journey I take. But Peter, James and John, are my constant at the stake. Skills of the trade, to build a house of prayer.. Can only come from heaven, for Jesus is my care. Up I will rise, at the dawn of the day.. For by grace I must choose, the one and only way