38 years is a long time to be in a spot
It has been 38 years of trying’s and failure
38 years of seeking for help but none came
38 years that seem will never end…

Rise; take up your bed and walk…
In few words Jesus dispersed his woes…
He made nothing what had been daunting
He removed his plaque just like that…
He made him wonder if he dreamed
This menacing adversity sent off so casually
Peace be still quieted the storm
A paralyzed man delivered without fuss
It has been 38 years of trying’s and failure
38 years of seeking for help but none came
38 years that seem will never end…
In few words Jesus dispersed his woes…
He made nothing what had been daunting
He removed his plaque just like that…
This menacing adversity sent off so casually
Peace be still quieted the storm
A paralyzed man delivered without fuss
As usual my mind paints a picture…
How many can stand at par with him
The simplest of task will be real tasking
38 years of no real help
Jesus!!! Come swiftly to my rescue
Another day of shame I cannot bear
You care that I don’t drown in the storm
You promised joy not sorrow...
Praying is us calling His attention to ourselves
Meditating his building our faith in him
The mountain will not look as huge as we thought
We will see the end of all afflictions
What’s wrong, Red Sea, that made you hurry out of their
way?
What happened, Jordan River, that you turned away?
Why, mountains, did you skip like rams?
Why, hills, like lambs?
Tremble, O earth, at the presence of the Lord,
at the presence of the God of Jacob.
He turned the rock into a pool of water;
yes, a spring of water flowed from solid rock. Psalm 114:5-8
How many can stand at par with him
The simplest of task will be real tasking
38 years of no real help
Another day of shame I cannot bear
You care that I don’t drown in the storm
You promised joy not sorrow...
Meditating his building our faith in him
The mountain will not look as huge as we thought
We will see the end of all afflictions
What happened, Jordan River, that you turned away?
Why, mountains, did you skip like rams?
Why, hills, like lambs?
at the presence of the God of Jacob.
He turned the rock into a pool of water;
yes, a spring of water flowed from solid rock. Psalm 114:5-8
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