When I am old and time is stretched on
I hope I leave you something well
Never more will I recklessly toil
For now I see my days are fleeting
Although I am young I believe it wise
To learn what we can in this life
For when we pass on to that other shore
Its better that this place be secure
I see my children growing in a place
Never being exposed to threat
Of a strike of violent idealism
Or a religion who hates humanity
Abba father take us down to the river
Cleans us from our thoughts and actions
Cover our nakedness with white robes
Strengthen our hearts that pump for you
Protect us father for the enemy hunts us
On every side he waits for us to sleep
Open our eyes not only to distant shores
But to the spiritual threat in our free land
Father , Son, Spirit of God be with us
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Amen. My spirit is in absolute agreement with you... uncanny. You been digging around in my head? :::smile::: For the last few days, these have been my concentrated thoughts. And here they are -- in black and white. How awesome!
