TRIUMPH

I find that with every opsticle that I serpass the more I can grasp my Goals. My everyday strife was like sitting in a steam room with a broken knob, as I suck up my sob and remeber the words of God, For he will not, put on my sholders what I cannot handle. So I sit back like moses and picture my self walking on holyground with no sandles. I "man handle" my pop up billboards. Like Holyfeild with the highest scores. Yes now I see triumph is not some thing that just leaks into your hands. But triumph is something you must stand up and be a Man or Woman and fight for, Yes now I know this for sure, So now I stand inside with my arms open wide looking threw heavens eyes, In everything that I do seeing God comfort me with his staff and rod, Advising me that he is always by my side, Telling me that He alone is my Tour Guide ....and all I really have to do is ride. Copyright © 2013 SSIC-341 Music Group. All rights reserved.