Spirit of Grace
so full in its force
my mind in place
set on its course
the body must face
the Holy reigns and bit as a horse.
Sin has no hold
there is no allure
thoughts no more rolled
from their purpose pure
my soul grows bold
Christ is forever and always the cure.
Once my sin was a mountain
Holy fear now draws me near
El Shaddai has heard my cry
I am conquered by the King.
My heart now alive
the world can never
take away this drive
with sin’s hold severed
my soul will thrive
Christ is King – now, always, forever.
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