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“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him, and He shall direct your paths.”
Proverbs 3: 5-6 King James Version of The Bible
Lyrics:
This love letter spreads through the air. I’ll sing this for you.
I’ll rap it up; tape up your loose ends and issues until I bless you.
I want everything for you. You’re more than human. Your spirit sings too.
In Him, you’re wired to be a fire that acquires.
The part that never dies. It beats, it thumps, it keeps you alive.
He’s omnipotent so everything is thine.
He shaped the oceans to the skies.
So I thank Him in my rhymes,
Can’t fathom His empathy in every fix.
I’ll suggest that He is greatest in my weakness.
Breaking open cages, freeing the hungry and ablazen
He has finally freed your chains up; He’ll make demons scream and tap out.
Bled for my enslavement, more than a season, He’s the real deal.
BC to current havoc, takes a sinner and pulls his pain out. Angels worship you eternally.
No artist could capture thee.
To mourners, you’re comforting.
You stand out for loving your enemies.
The hurting yearn for empathy.
They turn to thee; you make it happen.
Setting free minds that are cracking, because your protection has special healing.
Abednego, Mishach, and Shadrach survived a fiery trapping, because their faith was hyperactive.
God can make fire chill.
He’s dying to get you to live.
Repaid lash with love when He chose to forgive.
He stayed through the hell my body befell, never lost the course.
Now the whole world is gonna hear about His choice.
And how His Son saved us all with His scars, yeah!
From Bombay, head down to Italy.
Holland, Spain, Paraguay, to Santa Fe.
Zimbabwe, Hungry, and Turkey.
Barbados to London.
China to Honduras.
Saigon, Indonesia, to Peru
Greece, Syria, to Sydney.
Zanzibar down through the Dominican’s Republic
Even in the U. S. of A., we’re feeling locationally barred.
From quarantines to stock market falls,
Pray to the God who saves us all.
All these avenues we’re traveling in; they’ll take imagination.
From Mexico, to Afghanistan, on down to Pakistan.
From California to Grand Cayman, Ethiopia and Egypt,
From South American to Sicily, God’s gonna use you.
In Norway, God will mold you into gold: Indiana and Asia too.
Russia, Germany, and England, plus Amsterdam too.
From New Zealand down to Kentucky, it’s a new world.
Oklahoma on through France, then on an Alaskan cruise.
Europe, Casablanca, to Beirut
Leave the negative self talk behind you.
From Babylon to Finland too.
Uganda on to Belarus.
In Georgia, roll down every slope.
Ecuador, Moab, Denmark and to the Gaelic people.
He shares His love with everyone; won’t leave behind any of His people.
With Him, it’s better than our dreaming.
Break and broken down, I thought I was dying.
Watched my family now cry out with joy.
I fight through my fears, of course.
So much of it I am thankful for.
Taught me empathy for the excruciating.
God says you’ll be great if you keep on praying to Him.
From Bombay, head down to Italy.
Holland, Spain, Paraguay, to Santa Fe.
Zimbabwe, Hungry, and Turkey.
Barbados to London.
China to Honduras.
Saigon, Indonesia, to Peru
Greece, Syria, to Sydney.
Zanzibar down through the Dominican’s Republic.
Even in the U. S. of A., we’re feeling locationally barred.
From quarantines to stock market falls,
Pray to the God who saves us all.
From Bombay, head down to Italy.
Holland, Spain, Paraguay, to Santa Fe.
Zimbabwe, Hungry, and Turkey.
Barbados to London.
China to Honduras.
Saigon, Indonesia, to Peru
Greece, Syria, to Sydney.
Zanzibar down through the Dominican’s Republic
Even in the U. S. of A., we’re feeling locationally barred.
From quarantines to stock market falls,
Pray to the God who saves us all.
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