Tied
Tied between pillars of faith and salvation
my soul it rest without hesitatation
Though storms they come and sway the trees
My cradle it rocks with in the breeze
Tied to pillars that hang from above
No shakey foundation
But the strength of His love
Though storms may come
And reviel my fears
He rocks my cradle
and wipes away my tears
Tied between two pillars
High in the clouds
A babe waits for trumpet sound
And when that fateful day arrive
He will stand by soldiers side by side
Battle evil untill Judas dies
Clean the Temple untill satisfied
Search for poverty with loving eyes
And bow to God for His compromise
Copyright © The Situation | Year Posted 2012
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