I'm going through a hard time. Maybe you've been there too,
when you can't hear the voice of God no matter what you do.
You cannot see His face, or find Him in the gloom.
It feels like death, the inside of your tomb.
Encased in flesh, the body bound, confined by every law,
a frozen block of ice, waiting for the thaw.
Words, like a river, flowing without power,
spoken to the troubled Saints waiting in this hour.
Flames of fire dancing on my head
flooding my heart with what the Lord has said.
I see power from on high, filling every heart,
Resurrection Life, the Father's brand new start.
Freedom from this world, and all the ties which bind,
shackling the body, imprisoning the mind.
For the sake of freedom, Christ has made us free.
Come, Lord Jesus, be yourself in me.
From the throne, through me, let my tongue confess
that you are ready now the entire world to bless.
In Jacob's son; in Ishmael's too, in all the promised land,
magnify yourself, Oh Lord, in every grain of sand,
until love reigns in every place you see
and all have tasted freedom wherein Christ has made us free.
Jan and Lenny Antonsson
17178 Highway 59, Neosho, MO 64850 (Snail Mail)
"Freedom," the Journal
The Glory Road
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This page was uploaded to the web on 5/2/02
by Jan Antonsson, Webmeister,
and last edited on 6/24/09.