TELL ME LORD , WHAT IS THY BIDDING FOR MY LIFE? WHEN I WAS YOUNG
I WAS IT. MY HANDS WERE STRONG, MY WALK WAS TIGHT. NO DEVIL COULD
TURN ME. I WOULD PULL OUT MY SWORD, AND WIN THE GOOD FIGHT. MY
CHILDREN ARE GROWN, NO MORE QUESTIONS THEY ASK. PHYSICALLY SPENT,
MY HEALTH ABOUT GONE. CAN’T ANYONE PRAY THE PRAYER OF FAITH?
NEED IT NOW, CAN’T WAIT. CURRENTLY I AM AT WAR WITH A DEMON CALLED
DEPRSSION, SO THAT IS WHEN I GO BACK TO THE CHURCH TO REPAIR ALL MY
WOUNDS, FEAST AT THE ALTER WITH A SPONGE AND A SPOON. OH THE
POWER OF THE SAINTS OF GOD. THERE IS JUST SOMETHING ABOUT BEING
PRAYED FOR, IN FRONT OF THE ALTER STRETCHED OUT ON THE FLOOR.
CRY IF YOU WANT OR JUST MAKE GROANS. YOU WHO HAVE CANCER
OR WHATEVER IT IS, PUT YOUR THUMBS IN YOUR EARS AND WIGGLE
YOUR HANDS, FOR YOU MY CHILD SERVE THE GREAT I AM.