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Light this fire of love within me for you lord. Ignite the passion for fulfilling your purporse for my life. A maddening disposition towards sin, I need. A craving desire for your presence, I long for. A living vessel unto honor, Make me. This rejective heart of stone, Take from me. Tentative thoughts of failure, Cast out of me. Peace like still waters, instill in me. I searched for you Lord. The farthest countries, I visited when seeking true love. Precious rubies of the earth, I coveted whilst seeking true worth. Most glamorous pageants I attended, while seeking true beauty. Most sophisticated gadgets I acquired while seeking social acceptance. Most dreaded agencies I employed while seeking security. Most intoxicating substances I took while seeking joy. At Golgotha, My search ended. Seeing the cross, The veil fell. The messages of hope, My mouth yearned to tell. The merchandise of healing, My hands desire to sell. The Gentiles of the Earth, I long to save from Hell. *Jesus is the well of life* The words I keep yelling. For He gives me joy. At His feet, I drop my pain From His hands, I find my gain. In His temple, Blessings rain. From His courts, mercies came. Beautified, I became His dame. My tongues, He set aflame My enemies, He put out the sword to maim My dungeon lions, He sent His angels to tame. Mountains of my struggles, He smashed to plains. On and on, I could go. The seeds of thanks, i will sow. The thoughts of pride, I will tow Lower and lower, I will bow. For He is my pole. Over the murky waters of life, He is my row. I need you Lord. Every year of my life, To satisfy my soul. Every month of the year, To deliver me. Every day of the month, To grant me victory. Every hour of the day, To make me fruitful. Every minute of the hour, To find my peace. Every second of the hour, Just to feel your love. My generation needs your touch O mighty one. Your clarion call we wish to obey, O lord of Hosts. Your banners we wish to raise O Shaddai. Over your creations we wish to dominate, o El Rohi. The captives we wish to set free Abba Father. The hordes of demons we wish to bind Our great God.. The sick we wish to heal O great physician. The lame we wish to raise, o Elyon. The barren we wish to be fruitful. O Miracle Worker. Ablaze for you. Dedicated to your service. Sanctified by you. Consecrated for your use. This we desire, This #bashorun prays for. This our generation prays for. #BASHORUN

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