Glory, Glory - Poem by Kathryn King
I am healed by the blood of Jesus
I'm delivered by His precious name
I'm healed by the blood of the Lamb
I am wonderfully made to serve Him
He's taken all sickness and sorrow
He is ever still the same
He has given me the strength to stand.
He has given us His Spirit
He has called us to worship Him
Leave your trouble and pain behind you
Make Him Lord. His love you'll gain.
Believe in the Father, Glorious
Believe in His Son, Proclaim
Let His spirit fill your being
Let Him clean your mind again.
Raise your hands and call Him Father.
Raise your voice, resound His name
Worship and adore Him
For your life will never be the same.
Glory, Glory, Glory to the King
Glory, Glory, hear the angels sing.
Holy, Holy, Holy is His name
My heart years for Him in everything.
Praise Him, Praise Him
Praise His Power and Might.
Worship, Worship Him
Throughout the night.
Copyright,3/1994, Kathryn Tyler Little
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