Cling To the Cross
as i stand at the crossroads i take the road to the cross around roads of rampage and rivers
of blood
i slay minions and monsters surviving demonic dumpsters thinking only of the one who paid
the ultimate price and didn't one time count the cost...
i give glory to God as i cling to the cross
once wearing a fools crown sitting high upon a twisted throne
once lost in lies and left to roam
though the devil brings sadness,soul subtraction,liability and loss...
i give glory to God as i cling to the cross
through legions of demons and lunatic liars
through wicked war zones and fields of fire
through sinners and scarecrows spewing furious fear and hurricane hate
through hellfire winds where nobody escapes
as walking time bombs they tick and they tock...
i give glory to God as i cling to the cross
fallen angels keep lookin for thrills,invading bad brains with invisible drills
and you can't make deals with lead sleeping pills cause itchy trigger fingers always shoot to
kill
gravity pulls with its strong force of fate,i get twisted up and torn as i keep diggin up my
grave
still i give it to the master caause my soul has been blood bought...
i give glory to God as i cling to the cross
as i stand at the cross...now i fall to my knees
i'm free from the world and its soul slavery...i hear a still small voice and it's calling to me
"NOW YOU ARE FOUND TOO LONG YOU WERE LOST"
tears drop...
i give glory to God as i cling to the cross
anthony_beesley@yahoo.com
Copyright © Anthony Beesley | Year Posted 2010
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