It's a three lock box It is ours to remove these locks There in the holy three-in-one Are the Father, Spirit, and the Son
I cry as I think of the things they've done Now I am redeemed and the victory won The day that I prayed to the Son My salvation was already begun
Laying in a hospital waiting for death I prayed to an unknown God with my last breath Finding a glimmer of hope within my heart If only I might have fully known my part
I sit here now looking back Having found what I once lacked Faith and hope led to that great love It's given to us freely from Heaven above
Church is starting and still I pray That the Lord guide the words that I say As I strum on my old guitar Hoping these love notes will travel far
(c) December 27, 2024 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along