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| BLOW THE TRUMPET IN ZION by Mary Alice Bowles |
| Friday October 13, 2006 Ten O’ Clock in the morning I thank you Jesus for the reminder that you are walking with me and guiding my footsteps Today I lay my future in your hands and give to you my life I ask your forgiveness for anything that I might have said or done that wasn’t like you Please let me be in the center of your will! BLOW THE TRUMPET IN ZION Each day when I wake up I know God’s in control I can hear the Zion Trumpet As up the road I go I feel his foot steps walk beside me He blows that trumpet too When my lips get weary He keeps the sound so true He forever guides me upward His staff is in my hand He has promised never to leave me I have joined that heavenly band Someday, I’ll lay my trumpet down And pick up my robe and crown I will look him in the face Thank him for all that grace Jesus, precious Jesus, you died and took my place Dear Jesus, precious Jesus, I thank your for your grace I thank your for guiding my foot steps. I thank you for taking my place I could never repay you no matter how hard I try When I think of all your love, I just break down and cry The tears of joy take over and I begin to sing Like the sound of a rushing wind Pouring over my soul A home in heaven is what I am seeking It is my main goal. No one or nothing can steer me from this path I promise you dear Jesus, not even death Can steal me from your grip, If I should close my eyes and slip into that eternal sleep You said you would go with me Even unto the deep. If I should sleep a thousand years, Zion will still be marching on Singing through the ages That wonderful victory song I will awake to a glorious sight After I’ve slept for one whole long night People of all tongues and races Will gather at the throne And through eternal ages Let the joy roll on. Oh Lord, please just let me be there Let me sing our Victory Song. ©Mary Alice Bowles 10/13/06 |
| Image by Mary Alice In our back yard |
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