My Time Here Is Dying
You woke me today, from my bed of hay..
With goodness and mercy, I got down on my knees to pray.
Tired and worn, but powered with might..
Your plan and design, are all covered with
light.
How should I cope, if left on my own..
When fear multiplies and weakens my bone.
Justly dividing, all staples from dues..
My time here is dying, to share the good news.
My strong attachment, to faith in the Lord..
Intertwines with purpose, protected by His sword.
Driven I shall be, to complete every task..
For the God that I serve, commands what I ask.
Verily verily, I say unto me..
Where grace abounds, I am set free.
Precious in the sight, of the Lord I will be..
Till every drop of heaven, sanctifies my tea.
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