(GO DOWN FOR THE THEME)

Healing from the river of His abiding peace...

Even, in patience perserverance, prayer and waiting, {the creed of the true saints}, we will conquer...

Do not be feeled up with too much cares of these world, nor listen to scoffers that abound now saying "where is your God! Where is His coming! There is no God! Have He lossed His way in space!..."

Remember scoffers shall abound.

Oh pilgrims on Earth,

a r i s e . . .

{Like the servant of the Centurion- Matt 8:8}


07:48

4-11-17



THE SERVANT WITHIN ME PLEADS TO YOU OH HEAVENLY MOUNTAIN...

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We descends to thee thou Mountain
Believing you can
Just speak the word and...
My servant will be free!
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Locked off in worlds prisons
Looking up at your coming freedom
Lacking though in this freedoms' full regalia
Laying still beside grace, heal my servant oh Mountain...
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Them, am in command
Them, I said `go' they go
To `come' they come...
That, nothing is impossible between I and them!
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My servants, ....
My lips and my tongue
My words and my abilities
My castigers and disabilities
Mine, these are my servants, even humans!
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Only one, my closed up servant
Only speak Words oh Creations River
Only set these free without coming near
`My excellency, I believe you can...'


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DNOCKERORS' SERVANT