Skies Over Bethany - Eighteen
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Ropes of death are taking hold amongst the flood of my destruction. The bondage of the blackness and the face of my corruption. Oh Lord, I call on You amongst my pain and distress. My God, I pray you'll hear me in your sanctuary. Oh God, Hear Me. My cry reached his ears and the earth quaked and trembled. Smoke pored from his nostrils and flames from his mouth. Mounted up on mighty wings He descends from the heavens. The brilliance of His glory breaking through the clouds into my eyes. He vanquishes His enemies; His arrows crush all evil. His light reveals His power; I feel His glory. Way of life, you have given me the shield of your salvation. Light pierces the darkness, the reward for the faithful. Oh Lord, the victor of the evil that entrapped me. My God, give me strength to prepare for the battle. He vanquishes His enemies; His arrows crush all evil. His light reveals His power; I feel His glory. The Game.