The axe head fell off in days past and only by the Grace and
Mercy of God, a miracle unfolds. He restores what was lost and makes all things
new your destiny in His loving hands to renew.
Put on your armor, look not back but only forward and lift
up your eyes to the hills from whence cometh your help. He is for you and He
has pulled you up from the pit, deluged with the mud of regret and put your
feet back on the solid ground of His perfect will to erase sorrows frown.
Do not rejoice over me O my enemy, tho I fall you will see
me rise again. Not by strength, nor by power but by the Spirit of the living
God I will rise, and I will enter once again on the path created for me to walk
even before I was born.
Rise up O mighty warriors, and leave the past in His hands,
take the future steps with confidence that your God reigns, and He will never,
ever leave you; He will never ever forsake you. He is for you and through Him
you will be restored, victoriously and will overcome all. With Him in Glory,
you too will reign, just as He intended from the very beginning.
Dust yourself off, put on your garments of praise, look to
Him the one that authored the poem that you are, the faith imparted. Now you
are free in His holiness, purity, innocence, and clean conscience, without
degree.
Come and let us go together you and me, shoulder to shoulder
and let us find others to set free.
