WORDS OF GLORY

Tony36

Woke up this morning

Raised my weary head

A knapsack for my pillow

A park bench for my bed

There’s a police man yelling at me

names running through my head

I’m a man on a mission

Preaching out salvation

With my Bible in my hand

 

I was born into this word with a mission and a plan

Preaching out the good word across this barren land

I know the task will not be easy but with the lord I’ll take my stand

Preaching about Jesus and the devil, about Cain and Able, and about the promise land

 

I’m preaching out your words of glory

Saving lives with the truth

I’m preaching out your words of glory

You sent your son to die for me so now I give my life to you

 

As I walk across the world and see the soulless sin of men

I pray the lord’s forgiveness will be placed upon their heads

I pray for my own forgiveness for I to am a sinful man

For I’ve seen God’s glory that he sent to me to help me change my ways

 

I’m preaching out your words of glory

Saving lives with the truth

I’m preaching out your words of glory

You sent your son to die for me, so now I give my life to you

  • Author: Tony36 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 3rd, 2016 10:12
  • Category: Religion
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  • WriteBeLight

    I like that..."a knapsack for my pillow". Great story.

    • Tony36

      Thank you

    • Augustus

      At first I was thinking of the mentally ill that walk the streets and sleep on park benches---- often preaching wildly on the street corner. Then I realized this was more profound.

      • Tony36

        Thank you



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