Of The Seed Of Gentiles
Everyday I make a decision..
To go out there and do my best.
Sometimes I fail, sometimes I succeed..
In all I do, I plant a good seed.
To strive towards perfection, I must choose where to go..
To look beyond the horizon and the naysayers that I know.
Fear is not an option, for the Lord is my stay..
For the Word in my heart, comes alive on my way.
Yet in grief and sorrow, I surely am assured..
For certain in great wisdom, The King of Judah roars.
My lodging may be haystacks, hidden in the field..
But glory hallelujah, to God I always yield.
Of the seed of Gentiles, I bow before the Lord..
Like cedars dressed in Lebanon, to lay aside discord.
This house in which I dwell, may it forever be..
A tapestry of worship, for all the world to see.
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