Surrendered, abandoned, Holy Given

to become a “laid-down lover”

This is my mission

Charred and homeless, earthly treasures spent

To become the sacrifice on an altar

To dwell within a tent

Pegs are strengthened, Cords are stretched

My place is being enlarged

That I may inherit Your best

A sword in one hand, a shield in the other

A warrior for the Kingdom

An armor bearer for my brother

A standard for the Lord, life imparted by the wind

Be it of the Holy Spirit or adversity

His name will be heralded

Through prayer and fasting chains are broken

The oppressed are relieved

The desperate find hope again

Freedom bell ring, resound within my heart

That for His suffering

The Lamb may receive His reward

Laura Jean Eubanks (1st two verses 11-5-07 after 24/7 prayer kick-off with Cindy Ruakere, remainder 11-11-07)

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