The Word
I am not worthy and yet I herd,
The Lord set me free by saying the word,
A simple word that set me free,
The day the Lord healed me,
Before I even knew the prayer,
The Lord knew my life and he was there,
He took my misery’s he took my pain,
The Lord prayed over me and I was sane,
He made it known he was on my side,
For the pain in my mind I could not hide,
The lord blessed me when I was at my worst,
He knew the days ahead of me first,
He knew my battles he knew my soul,
Getting me over the obstacles was his only goal,
Many graces he poured upon my spirit,
When I was afraid his word I would hear it,
His precious voice echo’s in my ear,
Keeping me safe and far from fear,
He made it known from the very start,
He would always be there never to part,
Whom shall I fear with the Lord on my side,
Blessed I am never again to hide,
Praise and honor I give to my lord,
Mighty is he at his side a sword,
A sword to protect me whatever I shall go threw,
Every day is a blessing with the Lord there is nothing I can’t do.