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I am from God,
For I belong to Him.
He is greater,
So I’m an overcomer.
I’m under no men, but God alone.
He made me more than a conqueror.
I willingly let Him guard my lips,
And He opens my mouth,
To declare His praise in the Spirit.
Open my lips, Lord, and my mouth will declare your praise. (Psalm 51:15)
You are from God, little children, and have overcome them, because greater is He who is in you than he who is in the world. (1 John 4:4)
A potter knows,
How stubborn the new clay can be.
He waits and waits,
For the clay ages to be soft,
But being stronger and flexible.
Then he may stretch and make it into a useful vessel.
And yet, O Lord, you are our Father. We are the clay, and you are the potter. We all are formed by your hand. (Isaiah 64:8)
Thank God for restoring the joy of salvation to me,
And grant me a willing spirit to keep fighting against lies
So that I’m sustained by God’s truth.
May God empower me to speak,
And teach the transgressors God’s ways,
And sinners will turn back to you.
(Psalm 51:12-13)
Sow in prayer of truth,
Reap in joy of Christ Jesus,
Sacrifice thank offerings to honor Him, as your Lord
Prepare your way:
Being content, thankful and joyful.
He may show you the salvation of God,
Make good use of any trouble to draw you close.
The mighty God, speaks and calls,
Shines forth from perfect beautiful temple,
Come and gather His consecrated saints,
Make a covenant with them,
To proclaim His righteousness to justify.
He is not silent,
But devours enemies with fire,
And rage lies with tempest of the Holy Spirit,
So we may seek Him as a respond to His pursuing us.
We open the door of our heart and see Him right there.
Come in to prepare a feast for us,
And sit down to eat with us as friends.
What a joy in my spirit and glad in my soul,
He never stop loving me as His own;
He is my God, I am His beloved child.
The Holy Spirit is speaking.
Through my lips His divine message,
I proclaim His command,
And the things come to be.
More than a prayer request,
My mouth speak words of Wisdom,
My utterance of heart bring understanding.
I sing spiritual songs to expound His mystery.
Jesus Christ’s ransom of death is costly,
And He comes back to alive forever to pray for me.
He destroyed the evil enemies like ships
And shattered them by His holy wind.
悪しき者の言葉は血に飢え
心の直ぐな人の口は自分を救い出す。
God is willing to reveal,
His truth in love to me,
Even though I wait in despair,
I hear Him when I am still.
He is awesome, the Most High,
He chose the living place for me.
He chose the praying ministry for me.
He chose so many people for me, not against me.
Jesus Christ is my Bridegroom, my pride, whom God loves.
I am the apple of His eye, whom God loves.
(Psalm 47:2,4)
Jesus, the most excellent of Son of man,
His lips have been anointed with grace,
So His words flow out grace upon grace.
I gird His word of truth as sword,
He clothes me with His armor of splendor and majesty,
On behalf of His truth to the world, humility to God, righteousness to judge,
In his majesty, I am riding forth victoriously with Him,
His right hand lifts me up and display His awesome deeds.
Jesus Christ, Son of God,
Loves righteousness and hate wickedness,
Jesus Christ, Son of man,
Has been set above all and anointed with joy.
Not my zealous of law,
But your faithfulness to protect me.
Not my sword of flesh,
But your strength of light to attack my enemies.
Not my wisdom,
But your love of grace plans for my life.
Not my perseverance,
But your mercy of time sustains me and gives me many second chances.
My King and my God,
Thank you for the victories you put into my hand,
With your right hand, your arm and the light of your face,
In this life till eternity.
Not what I can give out of pride,
But the God of joy, whom I worship make me shine.
Praise Father God,
For sending Light of Jesus Christ,
Into the darkness of nights,
Revealing truth of salvation,
Against the evil lies.
Guiding the sinners to look to His holy mountain,
Setting them free to go to His alter.
Then we give sacrifice of thanksgiving,
And sing praise with melody of heaven,
Full of joy in His presence,
I long for your coming soon.
(Psalm 43:3-4)