Lord Deliver Thine Own
Oh glorious father in heaven
come down and deliver thine own
show thy own mighty hand
bearing fruit to the seed you've sown
Your people are held in prison
threatened hardship when they pray
no free access to worship
persecution abound having no say
Oh Lord they love your holy name
refusing to deny you no matter what
so faithful they are to your cause
holding fast thy word whatever their lot
Please shower your mercy upon them
be ever close be always near
assuring them your peace and presence
wiping away their every tear
May they know you're in total control
holding them by your merciful hand
leading them through the waves and fire
together with you they will stand
So Lord glorify thy holy name
to you be all the praise
may your will be done
as they serve you all their days
AUTHOR NOTES: a prayer for the persecuted church.
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