| Words |
Every Day
Every day I'm called to die
to saying that I guess I'll try.
My debt is paid. My Lord is risen.
He frees me from the doubter's prison.
Every day I'm called to live
Amid all things that God may give.
He also gives, in case I fear it,
Confidence, and a hearty spirit!
What a joy it is to know
He knows how much I want to grow!
Better joy... how well He knows me,
He knows exactly how to grow me!
Lord, I yield, in humble trust.
You'll help me do the things I must.
Free me from my thoughts and talk,
And call to me "Stand up and walk!"
Give me courage and steady nerves
To do your work as one who serves.
Get busy! Lay down that pen!
It's not of faith till you say "Amen."
God give me grace, my faith to prove,
A living faith gets up and moves.
to saying that I guess I'll try.
My debt is paid. My Lord is risen.
He frees me from the doubter's prison.
Every day I'm called to live
Amid all things that God may give.
He also gives, in case I fear it,
Confidence, and a hearty spirit!
What a joy it is to know
He knows how much I want to grow!
Better joy... how well He knows me,
He knows exactly how to grow me!
Lord, I yield, in humble trust.
You'll help me do the things I must.
Free me from my thoughts and talk,
And call to me "Stand up and walk!"
Give me courage and steady nerves
To do your work as one who serves.
Get busy! Lay down that pen!
It's not of faith till you say "Amen."
God give me grace, my faith to prove,
A living faith gets up and moves.
| Words are only words be they written or spoken. They are at best a redeemable token. The only ones we tend to cash are those that belong in the trash. But actions are like money in the bank The things for which we truly thank. At face value, In God We Trust, But on the open market, we do as we think we must. It doesn't matter where or when minted, How well worn, or how well tinted, The true indicator of their value You said you would; When shall you? |
