Heaven's Open Door
My Grandmother would often tell me stories about the Lord when I was little
She would also tell me pray before you to too bed
But don’t let other people fool you and you become misled
My Grandmother told me the Lord is Almighty
Heaven is where he lives
It’s his blessings in what he gives
A man who don’t on the cross
The same man who conquered Death at full force
The world is in his hands
It’s divinity throughout the land
The Lord is a wonder with a behold
I am a witness and this is my story told
It’s his skies that often make me wise
His theories are no surprise
Be honest in where you stand
It’s the true heart being the caravan
Embrace one another
Encourage like no other
Lightening is stating show no fear
Thunder being the Lord’s voice that he is always near
Faith is what everyone should have
Praise the on high Savior
Worthy with an honor
Prayer that keeps me inspired
It’s the hour after hour
As daily I feel his power
Truth within my heart
Lord, take my hand and lead me to destiny
Give me understanding where knowledge waits
My life is in your daily hands
I am your servant being at your demand
My belief is my testimony
I conquered Death because you give life
My flesh doesn’t roam
I know with you I am never alone
You have given me dignity where others said I don’t
You enriched me in spirituality where others said I shouldn’t
But my testimony ranks high
It is you that help me to stride
For that reason, there is no need for me to cry
Carry me where I need to be
My testimony for all to hear and see
I am your living
Your blessings just keep giving
Your servant is here, through you, I will continue to preserver
Thank you Lord for always being near
No one else nor the Devil can compare.
Copyright © Anthony Blake | Year Posted 2016
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