Ridin With Angels
I've got dirty demons creeping and crawling up and down my back
Always on the attack...with sticks and stones and bricks and bats
GET BACK!!!
Cause I've got mighty angels...they're resting on my shoulders
They're solid as rocks and stronger than boulders
Bent like a bow or straighter than an arrow
Through fiery darts and flaming anger still I walk along that path that's narrow
Free to fly like doves and sparrows
Walking with faith and I'm seeking Gods grace
I keep ridin with angels to the pearly gates
My God doesn't change like the wind and the weather
His song is the same...from yesterday into 4ever
No weapon formed against me shall prosper
Even when the wicked world comes hellbent,hideous,and hostile
And just like Lazarus I stay hazardous to evil as I rise from the grave
I keep ridin with angels to the pearly gates
In a lions den or a fiery furnace...they can't stop,slow down,or burn us
Once frightened...now enlightened
Once in the depths of darkness...now heavenly heightened
I'll say it again still amped and excited
Turning hate into love and fear into faith
I keep ridin with angels to the pearly gates
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2015
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