Poetry

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There is a way through The Way,
Even when it is pitch dark,
No matter what people say,
There will be no turning back.
God will hear me when I pray;
And nothing good will I lack.
The Lord is my Rock and stay.

When clouds fill the skies,
And the morn is like mid-night;
Even when my faith -tank dries,
And in me is no more might,
On You Lord, I fix my eyes,
To keep me to fight the fight,
Till I win to end my cries.

There is way through The Way.
Though the lion is roaring,
God's word will always hold sway.
Though the winter so biting,
on the way is my Pay Day;
for which I begin to sing.
I believe God, come what may.

Like the walls of Jericho
These high walls will also fall
As the great Holy wind blows.
The giant may be so tall,
He will have his greatest of woes.
So I will stand strong like Paul,
Until I defeat the foe.



There is a way through The Way
God does make ways in deserts.
He will not lead me astray.
For my abode is His heart.
And just like the Red Sea pathway,
My miracle will soon start;
Because faith in God does pay.



There is a way through The Way;
The Way so always the same.
He's the New and Living Way,
With a Name above all names;
A Shepherd who knows the way.
For He left His throne and came,
So that I might find this Way.

Show me Lord, Your lovely Face.
Lord, You are omnipotent.
With You I will win the race.
Is the blood not sufficient?
Who brought me so far but Grace?
I come to the One Pre-eminent.
I come to the throne of Grace;


©Fenny West

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