Shakin’ the Hearts of the Heathen

(Isaiah 7)

I’m on the path of the Alzheimerian Ridin’ down the road to oblivion, But I know the hearts of the heathen Will shake like the trees of the forest When they blow in the wind (2) While I am at rest in the arms of the Winner Who won the race for every sinner. Got confidence while lookin’ at the fog; He who died for us is strong! It’s not our own strength nor ken That brings us back to life again! ‘Twas His wits and His death That saves us, makes us clean And sets our eyes on that surreal scene, Honing our skills and proficientness Above that lowly rocket science! We’re tuned up for the heavenly trip; Our life’s troubles and worries to skip!

26 Sept 2022