Slave

Slave



When rain falls on the ground, the water droplets make a sound.

When you hear grace from above, you know it is God's love.

When flowers bloom at night letting our souls rise.

I pray for guidance at this time and wish not to be blind.

My soul, my spirit, and my life I give them to you along with my pain and strife.

You are the one who has over taken my grave all for me.

This makes me your slave.

A slave unto you my king; I am a slave you will stand and sing.

A slave under the God almighty-Jesus Christ; you hold my life.



Not only a slave but Considered as a Servent for you God.



The rain falls on the ground and the flowers bloom at night.

The water droplets make a sound while our souls rise.

I hear your grace from up above.

I pray for guidance at this time with your mercy and love.



I wish not to be blind.