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Pages That Heals

A little sick , little misfortune

The grace outpoured to mankind

To read and learn of His ways

By His stripes oh by His wounds

It\'s written we are healed

 

When ocean roars and sword devours

Mountains totters and there is no peace

The king sits enthroned forever

My heart be healed, my soul find rest

It\'s written He will be with me forever

 

A mine of wealth oh gates of gold

Pure white garments of the saints

A sceptre of righteousness in His kingdom

Confidence on His cross of Calvary

It\'s written it\'s finished

 

A little stubbornness, little doubt

Oh believe in His glorious name

On his side and in his hands

Assured sign of victory is depicted

It\'s written He bored my transgressions

 

No guilt no shame am free

When my strength fails in this foreign land

I know emergency dial call to my home

My knees kisses the ground , my hands to heaven

It\'s written He answers when I call

 

A little sleep , cold heart , little sin

You despise His love and mercy

Arise , be ready , fasten your belt

He\'s coming , he\'s coming , he\'s coming

It\'s written He is coming with His rewards

 

Trumpets are ready , shofars are raised

Ready to be blown , only a command do they wait

Everything to be shaken

Where is my confidence?

It\'s written, those who trust in His name can\'t be shaken

 

A little while , a little moment

To meet the king of Kings in clouds

In his mighty procession to trod with him

My body to clothe immortality in His love

It\'s written we will not all fall asleep

 

A perfect gift, a precious Light

All addictions all bondages am free

H\' ave been made white as snow

To the glorious family , clap , clap

It\'s written whoever the son sets free is free 

 

A joy to the world

A stumbling block to religions

He saves He saves He saves

To anyone who believe , Jesus is God

It\'s written , am not ashamed of the Gospel