I Jacks Land
The sound of Tim echos Linda
And I fall into you like buttercups
I take the hurt you felt then
And I make it smooth as velvet
I am compelled to say then
Hearts are not something that I play with
And I gift wrap the Greatest gift
I lift back but never say the same things
Fresh subjects we're on to roses
That is you in every different pose dear
daughter of God< >My armour of God I never take off
Yes I have been blessed with
The presence that you've felt here
The talent I am dressed in
Is coming from the Kingdom Of Heaven
Its my Destiny
It is an Honor just to comfort you
Just to be lowly and humble
An instrument of THE HOLY ONE
The victory is yours, can I please hold it
Because I am defeated by no man or soldier
Nor demons nor enemies as I face their armies
And in between the secrets I keep
I am the Leader among The elite here
And I save them sheep
And I think you say it sweet
And if you think of me say a Prayer
Because In these words I came from above
And I have descended
I make my bed in Hell and yes the LORD is with me $
Copyright © Timothy Jacks | Year Posted 2012
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