The joy of the Lord is my strength,
It alights my proceedings, I cannot prevent.
Im captured by the rapture, lost on high,
For in my space there’s just Jah and I.
The thing my soul so loved,Is the thing that I abhor…To a thing my soul was gloved,A thing I do not want no more!
The thing my soul so loved,Is the thing that I abhor…To a thing my soul was gloved,A thing I do not want no more!
What I desire not to do I do,I fight my fleshy treasures, but they defeat me too.I armor and parade, I girth my stance,I fall from grace and die at once.
What I desire not to do I do,I fight my fleshy treasures, but they defeat me too.I armor and parade, I girth my stance,I fall from grace and die at once.
When morning surrenders, Im there again,Calling and bawling, I pour my pain!Before the sun, I rise and complain,Cries in my eyes, gall in my vein!
Lift me to Your realm,Force beyond my introspect,Grandeur with the helm, My space of being affect!
The gentleness of the moment,Rushing across my mind…A calm and gentle savour,In a moment I unwind…
Still I stand, anchored by His Spirit,Pressed on every side, yet I will never quit.Christ is my resurrection, death is gone away,Christ is my perfection, I sit and I pray…
I hear the sounds of the rain,Warring against the grains…Crippling all the chains,Till they are slain, every vain!!
I weep, till depths are found,I roar, I must rebound…I must adorn I and I with a song,Im strong, with Jah, Im strong!
How precious are her promises,She spills a colored ray.How prudent is a sacred smile,That tells a tale from far away.