A PATH OF LIFE
His
road
is laden with thorns
Still
He
walked upon it
Knowing
the pain it holds.
His
path was not
paved with gold
Still
He
is a prince I am told
He
wore only sandals
To
walk the long, long
road home.
His
burdens were many
For
He
carried our Souls
He
cares for each one
Our sorrows in tow.
He
lifted our spirits
When
He
sacrificed all
He
gave us salvation
To make us all whole
He
Suffered the Cross
Paid our tolls.
Heaven is opened,
For each to behold.
Remember
it is once
Don’t
take the other road
You will find it Ends
When
you burn up the road.
Dedicated to all
I hope you’re in line
Heaven’s there
For you to snare
Throw in your line
You’ll soon be there
Take your conscience
It will help
when
you ask for a prayer.
Fisher of men,
God coined the line
I
hope you catch
The catch of all time
A
place in Heaven
For you to find.
Remember
the Good Thief
He
caught Faith in time
He
put His Heart out
God
pulled in the line.
A Poeatreeman
What
path
would God take?
Rightly and Truly
it
is hard
on your consciences
When
He is not with you.
Edgar Allan Prieto
6/12/2007
Copyright ©2007 Edgar Allan Prieto
Owl City's first praise and worship song! Lyrics are below. If you like the artwork, feel free to email me at joeyrandomj@yahoo.com. I will not send you spam mail or give your email out.
ReplyDeleteIn Christ alone, my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song
This cornerstone, this solid ground
Firm through the fiercest drought and storm
What heights of love, what depths of peace
When fears are stilled, when strivings cease
My comforter, my all-in-all
Here in the love of Christ I stand
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain
Then bursting forth in glorious day
Up from the grave He rose again!
And as He stands in victory
Sin's curse has lost its grip on me
For I am His and He is mine
Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me
From life's first cry to final breath
Jesus commands my destiny
No power of hell, no scheme of man
Can ever pluck me from His hand
Till He returns or calls me home
Here in the power of Christ I'll stand