creedsister
03-04-2005, 10:57 AM
Blessed Be The Lord My Strength Which Taught My Hands To War And My Fingers To Fight My Power My My Grace My High Tower Man Is Like Vantiy his days are as shadows His Breath Goeth Forth He Returneth To His Earth In That Very Day His Thoughts Perish I Have Long Time Holden My Peace Holy Is The Precious Silent Tounge Of Wisdom And Refrained Myself Now I will Cry I Like A Travailing Woman I Will Destroy And Devour At Once I Will Make Waste Mountians And Hills Dry up all their herbs and i will make the rivers islands i will dry up the pools and will bring the blind by a way that they knew not i will lead thene in paths they have not known i will make darkness and light before theme and crooked things straight these things will i do unto theme and not forsake theme they shall be greatly ashamed that trust in graven images My Anger I Gave Unto Thee Through Every Path Untaken Had Not Be In Veign Noir Was Their Battle Ever Lost As The Sunrises Everything Spins And Falls In To Place Love is My Armour Mercy Is My Flight Stregnth Is Within Us :) Trust Love Stregnth Is My Co Pilot No Others Ride What I Do I Give Back Un To Thee Trust Love Iron And All That Follows