Once I was broken,
beaten and down
then came my Savior
to bring me around.
Who would believe it,
who would have known
that Jesus thought of me
as one of His own!
He lifts me up,
high off the ground
making my steps
solid and sound.
Heavenly blessings,
He wants to give
sinful indiscretions
He came to forgive.
Angels of mercy,
He sends my way
helping me to walk
on these feet of clay.
He lifts me up,
high off the ground
making my steps
solid and sound.
Lifting me up,
keeping me secure
raising me above
each tempting lure.
Watching and waiting,
for each step I take
sending forgiveness
for each slip, I make.
He lifts me up,
high off the ground
keeping my steps
from hell’s fiery bound!
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Psalm 40:2
King James Version
“He also brought me up out of a horrible pit,
out of the miry clay, and set my feet upon a rock,
and established my steps.”
Copyright 2013
Deborah Ann Belka
