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So in tribute, to
the Lord, praise His
name
Jesus mine,
Jeshua,
in times old
Coming this
day,
show His way
,
praise His
name, and be bold.
Share the
Word, that
is His, precious
breath
One who spoke,
so to
us, long ago
Spoken now, by
His
Spirit, this day
Hallelujah,
praise
His name, worship
so.
So I raised,
my
hand, to the Lord
At the end, of
strength, to endure
Pain that,
only
Jesus, could bear
God's help,
being
my, only cure.
My cries, were
the
balm, for my pain
Heart melting,
knees
smiting, together
The faces,
gathering, in blackness
My soul, waxed
light, as a feather.
The grip, now
I
felt, was before
Weak in, all
the
anguish, I felt
Now became,
hardened, and warming
And flames, in
my
face, it did melt.
But the
warmth,
flowed on down, in my arm
Yes down
poured, the
strength, to my spine
Crushed bones,
ending, somehow.
The whirlwind,
of
the Lord, finding mine.
Comfort was,
in
knowledge, that night
And closeness,
to
the pain, that
He bore
Friendship, man to Man, man to
God
Never
known,
always wanted, before.
Yes the fall,
that I
took, that cold day
Removed the,
affliction, and pain
My crying,
with
pangs, knew before
Shed now, and
enmity
slain.
Now I run,
with
Him, at my side
As He does,
with
His church, and His
bride
Soldiers
still,
wounded, but far
From
flesh-bearing pain, not to hide.
Yet feeling,
as
comrades, might feel
Broken,
steeled,
hardened and tossed
For One, the
pain of
the world
With me, just
a
word, to the lost.
So in
tribute, to
the Lord, praise His
name
Jesus
mine, Jeshua,
in
times
old
Coming this
day,
show His way
Hallelujah,
praise
His name,
and be bold.
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LORD OF LORDS
Majesty... Kingdom
Authority 
Revelation:
Jesus Healed Bob's
broken
back
over the phone:
...So
I raised My Hand to the
Lord ... 
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