Written by: Donald Hank
Dear Lord, nothing has changed since the time of Elijah. The more power man tries to muster up, the more he is dwarfed by Your power. To watch him strutting and posturing with his head held high and his chest thrust out is like watching a fish flopping about on the bottom of a fishing boat before being tossed into the ice box. It would be comical if it weren't so tragic.
Bring us out of our bondage, Lord. On our knees.
Because we can never be free on our feet.
Don Hank
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