The Twelve Stones From Jordan
I yield all my members, to the Lord Most High..
In prayer I will bow, as my reverence touch the sky.
I will persevere with praise, for in God I belong..
Along the narrow way, my faith will be strong.
Unworthy I thought, in my heart and my head..
For my sins were so great, and my pride was much fed.
On the road to Damascus, I got a suddenly..
Now I am forgiven, for all eternity.
My cup.. My cup.. My cup is so full..
There is anointed oil, upon every tool and wool.
Like the twelve stones from Jordan, I will endure..
For the God I belong to, cleansed me so pure.
How can I perceive, in my heart to fail..
When mercy upon mercy, is my anchor and my sail.
Through the valley of the shadow, of death I will rise..
At the dawn of each morning, without lies or disguise.
What can I say, to express how I feel..
No words in my vocabulary, are enough as I kneel.
A humble servant, I will always be..
For my eyes have been opened, and now I can see.
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