Post by Integrity on Feb 2, 2005 23:39:13 GMT -5
"The Race Doubt, and Faith"
by Shakeira Carter
The struggle is great to win the race that I started with such zeal.
My vision seems dim; And I look to Him. The voice I trusted reveals:
Once my heart burned so bright and soared on eagle's wings;
My faith released, the anointing increased; a fellowship only purity brings.
The race was hard, but I pressed on towards a mark that seemed so near.
But then a lie came in my soul that filled my heart with fear.
"It's too far to go!" Said the voice of him, who hates, kills and lies.
"Your not cut out for this type of race... You'll fall and then you'll die!!"
These lies sunk deep within my soul and weakened my every step.
The race went on but I sat alone, my heart embittered wept.
"How can a loving God leave me in this pain?" Where is he now in my crippledness? This time when I am lame?"
The road to the race that I once ran, towards a mark that seemed so great;
Now in my heart seemed so small in light of my crippled state.
So I let the one who hates me tell me what to do.
My doubt in God kept me from seeing that what he said wasn't true!
I gave up for a time and gazed up at the road that many saints have run before.
It's hurdles and challenges beckoned to me, to rise and try once more.
But I cried and I wept, 'The race is too hard!" as my mind recited the devil's talk,
then the master spoke through the clouds in my mind "PICK UP YOUR BED AND WALK!"
"Where is your faith to believe, the promises spoken to you? You are promised to rise on eagle's wings, if my commandments abide in you!"
I looked at my legs, still crippled with doubt, and the mat that held me in,
was I willing to leave this lifestyle? To rise and walk again?
The Master's hands beckoned to me. I saw healing in his wings!
The road to life in Jesus Christ! Oh! What joy it brings!
So with my faith so small I shook off the devil and all his thieves. My heart rose on the hope, that the Word of God, will never forsake or leave.
His eyes shone bright, with the light and love of Heaven's glorious throne.
Victory was won that blessed day when he rolled away the stone!
The power that rose Christ from the dead is ever working in me.
This power to run, and the faith to fly is what has set my spirit free!
So that faith that caused me to pick up my bed, and rise to walk once more;
Is the faith that destroys the devil's doubt and the winds that makes me soar!
by Shakeira Carter
The struggle is great to win the race that I started with such zeal.
My vision seems dim; And I look to Him. The voice I trusted reveals:
Once my heart burned so bright and soared on eagle's wings;
My faith released, the anointing increased; a fellowship only purity brings.
The race was hard, but I pressed on towards a mark that seemed so near.
But then a lie came in my soul that filled my heart with fear.
"It's too far to go!" Said the voice of him, who hates, kills and lies.
"Your not cut out for this type of race... You'll fall and then you'll die!!"
These lies sunk deep within my soul and weakened my every step.
The race went on but I sat alone, my heart embittered wept.
"How can a loving God leave me in this pain?" Where is he now in my crippledness? This time when I am lame?"
The road to the race that I once ran, towards a mark that seemed so great;
Now in my heart seemed so small in light of my crippled state.
So I let the one who hates me tell me what to do.
My doubt in God kept me from seeing that what he said wasn't true!
I gave up for a time and gazed up at the road that many saints have run before.
It's hurdles and challenges beckoned to me, to rise and try once more.
But I cried and I wept, 'The race is too hard!" as my mind recited the devil's talk,
then the master spoke through the clouds in my mind "PICK UP YOUR BED AND WALK!"
"Where is your faith to believe, the promises spoken to you? You are promised to rise on eagle's wings, if my commandments abide in you!"
I looked at my legs, still crippled with doubt, and the mat that held me in,
was I willing to leave this lifestyle? To rise and walk again?
The Master's hands beckoned to me. I saw healing in his wings!
The road to life in Jesus Christ! Oh! What joy it brings!
So with my faith so small I shook off the devil and all his thieves. My heart rose on the hope, that the Word of God, will never forsake or leave.
His eyes shone bright, with the light and love of Heaven's glorious throne.
Victory was won that blessed day when he rolled away the stone!
The power that rose Christ from the dead is ever working in me.
This power to run, and the faith to fly is what has set my spirit free!
So that faith that caused me to pick up my bed, and rise to walk once more;
Is the faith that destroys the devil's doubt and the winds that makes me soar!