Lord, I know I’m no saint
This path you make me walk
Sometimes it gets me so faint
I can't even talk
Sorry, I’m a slave to doubt
Cut myself off, cutting you out
All I pray to you about
Is what I’m without
Let me soar on the wings of an eagle
Fear no Evil
I see now that every time I fell
You sent an angel
To catch me
As for the enemy, he can get behind me
At my feet he falls down
Because I wear the crown
Of your glory
The day always arrives after the night
May I be like the sun when it rises in its might
Be like the dove, single in sight
Through you I more than conquer every fight
Let me soar on the wings of an eagle
Fear no Evil
I see now that every time I fell
You sent an angel
To catch me
I will run and not grow weary
Your yoke is easy
I will run and not grow weary
Your yoke is easy
Let me soar on the wings of an eagle
Fear no Evil
I see now that every time I fell
You sent an angel
To catch me
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Phoebe Sunny Sheng
I'm a mad scientist - I mean, teen film critic and author who enjoys experimenting with multiple genres. If a vial of villains, a pinch of psychology, and a sprinkle of social commentary sound like your cup of tea, give me a shot.
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