Jericho Road
As faithful as time, I am loved by the Lord..
A humble servant, redeemed of God.
I wear my status, through the Blood of the Lamb..
United and free, like Gilead's balm.
Often enough, I fall on my path..
As troubled times, is as a painter's art.
Weary and broken, I crawl on my knees..
For the hem of His garment, my eye sees.
Knowledge is power, so I get up from the ground..
Though bruised and battered, my pledge is sound.
If all I can do, is stretch forth my hand..
I know my Jesus, will give me strength to stand.
How can I speak, of the weight that I bear..
When the cross on the hill, took away my fear.
Jericho Road, will ever echo a sound..
That the Son who died, is who I found.
An oracle of prayer, in my heart I give..
To the Lord who hears and determine I live.
Forever and ever, Jesus will be..
My God who died, to set me free.
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