The promise
Flows downstream,
The faithfulness
Trickles down the generations,
From Father
to Son,
It goes on,
The unfinished
Unbroken line
The faith that was his
Has also become mine
Your God
Is my God
Where you lie
I will lie,
I will go with you
And with you I will die.
Through years
From ancient days
The river flows
And winds its ways
And captures us
In rapturous praise.
The Faith that I had
Is now also yours,
And our God goes with you
Where ever the rivers course,
His faithfulness will never leave you
He wont die, like me
He is our Father in Heaven
And our home, eternally.
I'll meet you at the gates
Of that Mansion, by and by,
And we'll walk side by side
My sons, you and I.
And my Father
And his Father too,
And his Father before him
And the whole ramshackle crew,
Fathers and Sons, all brothers
All lost in Gods Great grace
True sons of the True father,
Caught up in love and praise
The faithfulness goes on
Unbroken in our line
Of broken bruised believers
From all corners of time,
A covenant of Love
The love that you were offering
A God to me, forever
And to my Offspring.
Hallelujah
Saturday, 23 August 2014
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