Spoken at the cliff
As I get set for the lift,
The words I speak
Are those to forever kept.
Many go by
With the steers in their eye,
And no one to see
Even thou life is still in me.
Crowded are the streets
With trembling at their feet,
Bellowing voices
No care to the heart that speaks.
To the men I see each day
These are the words I say
Reach out
And let us be strong.
Look deep inside
To the strength that reside,
Not a victim
But a man God has made with His hand.
For when you seek you will find
Favour and love divine,
From the one
Who longs to hold you in his hand.
His word is true
And strength to renew,
Hold on
And let us not give in.
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