Our Father who art in Heaven, Thanks for giving us Jesus, your Son!

How may we Praise You, we exclaim, Dear Lord! For You became To a world lost awfully, The surest Way to victory. To a world drowned in darkness, The Light to save the helpless. To a world dead by the sin, Ah! The immortal Life within. My heart overflows with joy, At the privileges we enjoy, To stand in the Most Holy Presence, And pray to You in silence. To call You our Abba, Father, For You are the Greatest Master! To be forgiven of all our sins Upon confession, they go into bins. To receive the gift of salvation, And in Heaven enjoy our portion. You promised to never forsake us, For our spirit is in Your likeness, Yet when the going gets too tough, the tempest turns the sea too rough, Is a spirit of fear and doubt born. Our faith is tried and worn and torn. Oft complaining and trying too hard, Yet, in sight, is no prize, no reward. Even seeking the counsel of ungodly men, Lost, beyond hope, in the lion's den. Always "knowing" that You'll never fail, That in You, we're free and not on bail. That in You, our strength is renewed, That You'd rescue us, Indeed You'd. That prayer is the strongest ever weapon, That waves can't overpower us for certain. That You'd make our crooked paths straight, For Your rigtheousness is our breastplate. That Your Word'd always bear its fruit. Yet "not remembering" all this in our pursuit. So we declare now by blowing the trumpet, That You are our fighter plane's pilot, Fearing not the evil, envying not the wicked, Having been cleansed by Your Precious Blood. Caring not for the vain, wolrdly pleasures, How do they compare to the Heavenly flowers. Judging neither the rich nor the poor, Ever waiting for arrival of the Saviour! Praying not for blessings, but for grace, Knowing our priority, finishing well the race.