Since God defines what goodness is,
There is no law which counters His,
Our faith fathers obedience,
To our greater authority.
Both Earth and Heaven lock in spar,
To claim us as their rightful heir,
Yet faith determines who you are,
And what is your identity.
A sinner’s passive to the truth,
A saint will always grace pursue,
Our faith will guide the things we do,
And follow God’s called destiny.
Where rivers run the trees will flourish free,
But in a desert land they cease to be.
And men of flesh are like that withered land,
Who live as corpses without faith to stand.
They are the highest source that they invoke;
They’re deaf to all the words that Jesus spoke.
The Holy Spirit is our water source;
He makes us holy – He is grace enforced.
His power pollinates the fruits of faith,
His intercession shows us how to pray,
He opens up our ears to hear God’s voice,
To turn our desert to a garden choice.
Sow to the Spirit works that you were told,
And He will make them grow a hundred fold.
Cursed be him who curses you,
Blessed be him who blesses you.
The covenant of God succeeds,
To everyone of Abram’s seed.
Isaac, in his faith of to be,
In promises he could not see,
In accident he blessed his son,
Recovered faith when it was done.
And Jacob saw the promise dawn,
With twelve born sons to make him strong,
And dying, bowing over his staff,
He blessed first Ephraim, Manasseh last.
And Joseph trusted and believed,
His children would all one day leave
Their sojourn serving Pharaoh’s hand,
And come into the promised land.
And generations after him,
The Seed descended unto men.
The promised Christ to whom all bow;
Our promised land He’s making now!
The promises to Abraham,
God gives to every faithful man.