lost and then found
A Poor Boys Start In His Faith
Sand in my shoes!
Wake up see me bleed from the course
Winter is coming but the sand still remains in my shoes
Embedded by the time i ware them
Poor people cant afford new shoes every day
As a youth i wear what I'm given
Years go by before i can receive a new pair
Holes worn in the front leak water
And when i walked on the beach sand
The burden shared by the tides in the water
churning and washing through the cracks torn in my feet i take them off
My youth and a christian noticed my predicament
And softly said whats your size
My tears are fore ever in my memories
Why give me shoes I'm not worth it ?
He said take them and the sand will not touch your feet for awhile
But take care of the shoes you are given
and give thanks to Jesus for his grace has happened this day
We take for granted his majesty
And the unfortunate never see
That the heart of the true son of god
Is bigger than you or me
I forgive the ones who look down
And i take the frown from my face and praise his name
Conquer the sin from within
For the greatness in you is for him
Forget the words that confuse
The righteous are here though so few
Drop the morning dew on the sand
And my feet are protected by Jesus precious hands
Forgive me for parables
But consequences take there tole's
Begin to believe and gracious savior wake me to be free
And the sand don't hurt me no more
At 11 years old i believe in the mighty Gods son
Freedom from death is the cause of my words
So if young hold to his holy precious words
For God so loved the world
That he gave his only begotten son
That whosoever believes in his name
Should not perish but have everlasting life
This life i may lay down
But the king has the crown
If my lean age in this world is of men
Weather it be Nights in the court of King William or the
Royalty in France as a man
Jesus is my King
I lay down my titles and give him praise
Forgive me for my sin
wash me clean in the blood of the lamb
Where will you spend eternity
Please God Let Jesus show them the way
I pray for your souls
And ask the wings of his grace to cover me in war
The consequences break me down
For the oppression is taking the energy from my mind
And if i co lapse give me the strength to Praise you and show the power of our faith
If the cracks in the rocks are from the Message in the dream
Forgiveness is my asking and to save is yours Jesus i claim
Help the oppression subside
Give them strength mighty Jesus come to claim
The words are my Armour
The grace stays my hand
The promise is given
Overcome if you can
The promise is given
Please try to understand
He is for the down trodden
For God sent him and he has risen from the dead
He prepares the great gardens in the city made of gold
And his father will guide him
As time get wiped away
It shall be no more
Wake up see me bleed from the course
Winter is coming but the sand still remains in my shoes
Embedded by the time i ware them
Poor people cant afford new shoes every day
As a youth i wear what I'm given
Years go by before i can receive a new pair
Holes worn in the front leak water
And when i walked on the beach sand
The burden shared by the tides in the water
churning and washing through the cracks torn in my feet i take them off
My youth and a christian noticed my predicament
And softly said whats your size
My tears are fore ever in my memories
Why give me shoes I'm not worth it ?
He said take them and the sand will not touch your feet for awhile
But take care of the shoes you are given
and give thanks to Jesus for his grace has happened this day
We take for granted his majesty
And the unfortunate never see
That the heart of the true son of god
Is bigger than you or me
I forgive the ones who look down
And i take the frown from my face and praise his name
Conquer the sin from within
For the greatness in you is for him
Forget the words that confuse
The righteous are here though so few
Drop the morning dew on the sand
And my feet are protected by Jesus precious hands
Forgive me for parables
But consequences take there tole's
Begin to believe and gracious savior wake me to be free
And the sand don't hurt me no more
At 11 years old i believe in the mighty Gods son
Freedom from death is the cause of my words
So if young hold to his holy precious words
For God so loved the world
That he gave his only begotten son
That whosoever believes in his name
Should not perish but have everlasting life
This life i may lay down
But the king has the crown
If my lean age in this world is of men
Weather it be Nights in the court of King William or the
Royalty in France as a man
Jesus is my King
I lay down my titles and give him praise
Forgive me for my sin
wash me clean in the blood of the lamb
Where will you spend eternity
Please God Let Jesus show them the way
I pray for your souls
And ask the wings of his grace to cover me in war
The consequences break me down
For the oppression is taking the energy from my mind
And if i co lapse give me the strength to Praise you and show the power of our faith
If the cracks in the rocks are from the Message in the dream
Forgiveness is my asking and to save is yours Jesus i claim
Help the oppression subside
Give them strength mighty Jesus come to claim
The words are my Armour
The grace stays my hand
The promise is given
Overcome if you can
The promise is given
Please try to understand
He is for the down trodden
For God sent him and he has risen from the dead
He prepares the great gardens in the city made of gold
And his father will guide him
As time get wiped away
It shall be no more
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A Poor Boys Start In His Faith
A Poor Boys Start In His Faith
