A lot of pain I could write about and sorrow I could wallow in
And I’m sure it would turn out good
But the past is just that, let the future begin
So I’ll move on like I should
Breaking me and making me
Adding Him and taking me Away!
Preparation for a brand new day
Fervent and effectual
Reverent and correctional Prayer!
Pressing for the mark Lord take me there!
Yeah they hurt me many times
And the pain I still remember
But they’re not worth my rhymes
Let the pain stay in December
The high calling is at hand
But the pain I can’t withstand Alone!
Thank you Jesus I’m not on my own
Like my big brother Paul
Through the storms I count it all Joy!
The Virgin Mary had that baby Boy
And I’m sure it would turn out good
But the past is just that, let the future begin
So I’ll move on like I should
Breaking me and making me
Adding Him and taking me Away!
Preparation for a brand new day
Fervent and effectual
Reverent and correctional Prayer!
Pressing for the mark Lord take me there!
Yeah they hurt me many times
And the pain I still remember
But they’re not worth my rhymes
Let the pain stay in December
The high calling is at hand
But the pain I can’t withstand Alone!
Thank you Jesus I’m not on my own
Like my big brother Paul
Through the storms I count it all Joy!
The Virgin Mary had that baby Boy
Philippians 4:8,9 (NIV): Finally, brothers, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Whatever you have learned or received or heard from me, or seen in me—put it into practice. And the God of peace will be with you.
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