Certainly
One day these lips won’t sing another tune, or utter another solemn prayer
One day these eyes won’t see the sun rise, or shed a heart-felt tear
One day these feet won’t tap to a beat, or stroll with a little child down the street
But for all that shall cease, an absolute remains indeed
FOREVER MY SPIRIT WILL DWELL WITH MY LORD
For even this soul intertwined with it’s Creator knows not the inevitable day
When it’s vessel shall fall in response to His call, and it’s spirit is taken away
The Lord of Hosts has bestowed upon all the ability to freely choose
GOD or the devil. Heaven or hell. To win or to loose.
To be bound or free.
And as for me, having been on both sides
I choose Him
I choose life
I have freely chosen Jesus Christ
I have died to live.
He has suffered to give
My transgressions upon Himself He bore
I’m thankful to say that I’m His eternal slave
And
FOREVER MY SPIRIT WILL DWELL WITH MY LORD
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