On Bended Knee
As a child my father taught me how to pray,
on fields of green and sun filled day.
I bow down on bended knee,
out stretched hands for God to see.
Dressed for battle I search my heart,
my spirit, my soul, my body take part.
I praise and worship the great I am,
for in his presence resides the lion and the lamb.
I cry aloud, for heaven I breach,
the lost and the broken within my reach.
As a child my father taught me how to pray,
on fields of green and sun filled day.
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