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JARS OF CLAY

I believed and so I spoke
It's the spirit of faith
If the Son of Man defeated death
It's meant for us to be raised

We'll never be in despair
Even when we're quite perplexed
Let the life of Him manifest
In the death of our flesh

It's all for His glory
Power belongs to the Almighty
For the sake of you and me
Extended grace increased Thanksgiving

Keep fighting the fight
Keep running the race
The inner being renewed
Continued day after day

I look for the things
That I see in the unseen
This very presence evanescent 
Focus on eternity

Death is ever present at work
My life is in You
Afflicted but never crushed
Bring this life to a new

Persecuted by many
Many lives are taken
Jesus, my righteousness
So I'll never be forsaken

Take heed to what is said
He's the truth, He's the way
Put all trust in Him
The treasure in these jars of clay.
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Son of a preacher. College graduate in Mass Communications. Photographer. Writer. Creative. Innovative. Lyricist. Child of God. Lion Hearted Lamb. Addict.

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