Poetry

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This house of mines was purchased by the Lord
and so it's covered by his blood
Now the plan he laid, it came well balanced
and can take me through any flood

This house was built under, the Lord Jesus name
the best carpenter, that I know
And it's contract, comes filled with promise's
and all of this I've read, to be so

Therefore, no sorrows or woes can enter in,
he had put the keys in my hands
So that when the bad spirits come my way
it will loose and break the bands

Though sickness may come, but it cannot stay
and no sadness can lay it's head
Nor worries can cling, I'll use my zing (the word)
and tell each one, you are dead

When the Lord came in and swept the place clean
that devil, he will try, to come back
And will keep on knocking at your doors heart
now, this too, is also a fact

But he can't enter in, if you don't open the door
so to tie you in a knot
Because you are free, and no longer on his spree
but, able to call your own shot

The Lord paid a good price for this house
and he knew it was a good deal
Then he made it possible, for us, to keep it up
and we do know that he is real

So no weapons can stand against this frame
and if it tries it will go down
For it's being kept, by the Lord of host
that made it strong and sound

Isaih 59;19 When the enemy shall come in like
a flood the spirit of the Lord shall lift up
a standard

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