Too many songs left unsung
Too many threats stilled my tongue
Where is that fire from when I was young?
Why do I keep clinging to this worldly dung?
Jesus my Savior who died in my place
You who still keeps on pleading my case
Now help me to kill my sin by your grace
And to run this wretched rage of a race.
The darkness shall flee if we’re shining the light
If we’re spreading the flame that is bringing men sight
I want to burn brightly in my time and place
As I’m running this wretched rage of a race.
If I am the darkness Lord give me new sight
If I am taken captive, free me for the fight
Give me power o’er opposition I face
As I’m running this wretched rage of a race.
September 30, 2024
Anthony Foster
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