Handed From God To Man
Jesus healed the lepers,
The blind He made to see,
He even raised the dead,
I believe He can heal me.
He is my savior,
The keeper of my soul,
But in my daily walk,
Does it really show?
With a cross around my neck,
And a smile on my face,
I appear to the world,
A women full of grace.
I'm like many others,
There's a battle inside of me,
To be more like Jesue,
Or set my ego free.
Faith is invisible,
Until handed from God to man,
Than power, hope and trust,
Are at the believer's command.
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