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
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