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THANKS FOR THE POWER

The power of God has change my life; that’s real
I have long desired to receive this power in full measure
And He made me more equipped to be a witness
Whence I shall go forth to proclaim His greatness
So, I would surely manifest that power I tapped from His fortress
Whereas the journey might not seem so easy but there’s an assured success

Moving on, I shall extend my boundaries further
For I am a part of the gatherings of the saints
And we shall preserve to the ends of the earth together
Though challenges may interfere, we would not bother
For the protector and provider is our Father
So do not be left out of the family that’s underneath the eye of the savior

I beseech you my brethren, now, to do more
You have been empowered to preach the word
You have been inspired to speak the word
You have been motivated to teach the word
You have been infused to live life not without the written word
For living life founded on the word is original
And that life is everlasting but not seasonal
Nevertheless, people would prosecute you as mortal
Yet He was portrayed a condemned criminal
This isn’t normal

Then I heard many times the word spoken
And together with the faithful, we continued living with virtues well woven
In that stead, our Father has lifted the banner of salvation
So we have been declared free and that means free indeed
Thank you Lord, for granting upon our lives the power to be able to go forth
Proclaiming freedom to the captives
Declaring in Justice its real state
And peace with love to every soul to the ends of the earth


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