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Can’t
breathe,
Pressured
by the weight of a worldly
Concern
square on my chest.
Can’t
rest
Without
the welcome distraction of
The
day’s demands. There’s
nothing left
For
me
But
to face that which wraps me in a
tattered
blanket of cold distress.
The
test
That
has darkened the once open sky,
Now
pressing down on me.
I
fear I have no hope,
No
end to my grief,
But
then He lifts me up
Just
as I hit my knees.
Get
up
In
the power of Jesus.
Rise
up
To
the joy of the Lord.
Shine
on with the blessings of His glory,
For
you’re bathing in the light of
His
love.
Oh
the power of Jesus,
Rise
up
To
the joy of the Lord!
Shine
on with the blessings of His glory,
For
you’re bathing in the light of
His
love.
Easy
to be
Overwhelmed
by the trials that await us
all,
that cause us to fall,
Stand
tall.
The
powers of this world take great
pleasure
to be
able
to see the hypocrisy
Of
those who seek unto their own and
not
“comfort in the Lord.”
He
forged
A
life of abundance, not to be taken
for
granted, but lived abundantly.
You
need only request
That
He handle the rest.
His
love will give you strength
To
once again feel blessed.
Get
up
In
the power of Jesus!
Rise
up
To
the joy of the Lord!
Shine
on with the blessings of His glory,
For
you’re bathing in the light of
His
love.
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