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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