safe from the darts

by

On my long and narrow way to Zion

some days I forget to pray
Those days I hear the roaring lion

With mouth open, pouncing on the prey
I soon feel the pain all over me pass

Why do I bleed?..why am I wounded?
Then I discover Darts as the cause

yea darts from beelzebub, on me targeted
I then run to the closet and kneel

And say a prayer to Jesus, to heal
For underneath His blood,security I feel

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Mr Tony Blair
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

To write us about this page,
contact willy@dreamagic.com (Willy Chaplin)