Gospel Artists' Christmas

Like a rushing wind, spirit that’s within Belt out the strains of praise that raise The living dead in me The gospel writers and artists, heroes and fighters Are saving this planet one soul at a time Raise hands in praise LORD you alone can gift us tune and tone To surrender to Spirit, human ears forfeit To stand in awe at the Cross I’ll never know how much it cost To send your Son upon that Cross I weep before Thy love with song Those lilting, sincere melodies mix praise and cries As those who go before allow us their shoulders As ladders ... gladder or sadder choices