by The Melashenko FamilyStep into the waterWade out a little bit deeperWet your feet in the water of His loveStep into the waterWade out a little bit deeperCome join angels singing praise to the Lamb of God
1. It's time we, the people, stand up for what is rightIt's time we squared our shoulders back and raised our swords to fightFor the Bible is my weapon and the Spirit is my shieldThe Church needs more of its members to be workers in the field
Step into the waterWade out a little bit deeperWet your feet in the water of His loveStep into the waterWade out a little bit deeperCome join angels singing praise to the Lamb of God
2. There is victory for the Christian who walks the narrow wayThere has been a prize appointed for the soul who does not strayThough I want to live for Jesus, and be all that I can beSo that I can rest with Him forever, live eternally
Step into the waterWade out a little bit deeperWet your feet in the water of His loveStep into the waterWade out a little bit deeperCome join angels singing praise to the Lamb of God
Step into the waterWade out a little bit deeperWet your feet in the water of His loveStep into the waterWade out a little bit deeperCome join angels singing praise to the Lamb of God
Step into the waterWade out a little bit deeperWet your feet in the water of His loveStep into the waterWade out a little bit deeperCome join angels singing praise to the Lamb of GodCome join angels singinghear those bad bells ringingCome join angels singing praise to the Lamb of God
Last Sabbath evening I came across a word that at first made me laugh. When I thought about it, it reminded me of the one night I almost shed tears. I'll spare you the details. Lachrymatory- tear bottle. My favourite song this week has been a special one. It was composed by By Ira F. Stamphill, "He Washed My Eyes With Tears." He Washed My Eyes With Tears He washed my eyes with tears That I might see, The broken heart I had Was good for me; He tore it all apart And looked inside, He found it full of fear And foolish pride. He swept away the things That made me blind, And then I saw the clouds Were silver-lined. And now I understand 'Twas best for me, He washed my eyes with tears That I might see. He washed my eyes with tears That I might see The glory of Himself Revealed to me; I did not know that He Had wounded hands, I saw the blood He spilt Upon the sands. I saw the marks of shame, And wept and cried, He was m
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