O,to be chained to the Father's vision
forever gazing on the One who died
longing for a heart with no division
to own my part against the Crucified
unshackled from the burden of my sin
still in bondage by invisible bars
I'm crucifying this warden within
granting walking papers,freeing my scars
I'm walking each moment washed in HIS LOVE
aware of my failures, alive in HIS GRACE
as it freely falls, like manna from above
seeing not myself but "HIS GLORIOUS FACE"
To be enslaved to my beautiful Lord,
is to be a prisoner of my choice
I'm enchained by the power of HIS SWORD
choosing to submit alone to HIS VOICE
There's only one thing worse then a wasted life.....
A life wasted by a person, who gave their life to Christ, and never let Him have it!
May it not be so LORD!