BALLOON
I AM A BALLOON--TENDERLY MOULDED OF CLAY. MY MOTHER BORE ME MANY MONTHS TO MAKE ME BE THIS WAY.
GOD BLEW HIS BREATH WITHIN TO GIVE ME LIFE, OF WHICH I HOLD ACCOUNT!
MY DAD TAUGHT ME THE WAY TO PRAYER--TOLD ME WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT.
JESUS GAVE HIS LIFE THAT I MIGHT BE A PERFECT EARTHEN LAMP--FILLED WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT.
SATAN TRIES SO HARD TO BLOW MY LIGHT OUT.
BUT, WITH THE LORD IN CHARGE, HE'LL KEEP THE FLAME A-GLOW.
AND WHEN HE CALLS ME HOME, I'LL BE A
GOD-SHAPED
CLAY BALLOON!
GOD BLEW HIS BREATH WITHIN TO GIVE ME LIFE, OF WHICH I HOLD ACCOUNT!
MY DAD TAUGHT ME THE WAY TO PRAYER--TOLD ME WHAT LIFE IS ALL ABOUT.
JESUS GAVE HIS LIFE THAT I MIGHT BE A PERFECT EARTHEN LAMP--FILLED WITH THE HOLY SPIRIT.
SATAN TRIES SO HARD TO BLOW MY LIGHT OUT.
BUT, WITH THE LORD IN CHARGE, HE'LL KEEP THE FLAME A-GLOW.
AND WHEN HE CALLS ME HOME, I'LL BE A
GOD-SHAPED
CLAY BALLOON!
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