A Psalm of the Calebites
Many crave for wealth
Willing to surrender to its traps
Even at the expense of their health
Some rave for fame
Forgetting its futility
For world acclaim cannot replace the power of God’s name
Still others crave power
Even at the expense of their soul
Forgetting it’s only a temporal refuge tower
But my heart cries for a different Spirit
From the dungeon to palace it shall be my lift
A different Spirit I crave oh Lord
That I may be different and stand out for you oh Lord
For it shall lift me from the mud
And make me stand on the solid rock.
From dungeon it shall take me
And sit me among the princes
A different Spirit I crave for oh Lord
That I may be different by making a difference in my generation
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