One day I was thinking about memories and God wrote this song in my head.
Winter's gone and spring's approaching,
Death tears me apart.
I turn toward my Heavenly Father,
He helped me though the pain.
I lift my hands and praise the King of Kings!
All the memories that last
All the times we laugh
All the times we cry (x2)
Thinking about the years,
We all have personal battles. There are wars, which are kinda like battles, going on all over the world. But have you every thought about it this way?
You are tied to Satan's chair. You thought it would be "cool" too hang out with the world. But when it comes down to Satan catching you, all you want to do is runaway. You are being held in bondage, waiting to be released. You try and stand and walk with the your hands still tied to the chair. But you are too slumped over…Continue
We are just like Adam and Eve,
They fought, they couldn't win, and Satan was too strong.
They ate the apple, hide behind a bush,
Opened up their eyes, saw the world of good and evil.
You fought and you still fight, but you can't win.
For Satan is too strong.
You reached for the apple, for that sin, took it,
It became a part of you.
You hide behind the bush, too ashamed.