My job has been to fight for the oppressed

No matter what the cause, I’m called to address.

Sometimes it gets messy and uncomfortable

When one is bound with a hellacious devil.

 

I often don’t understand a thing

But I must trust Holy Spirit in me

And know that what He chooses to do

Or even expose is His sovereign rule.

 

One day perhaps I’ll  give up control

Maybe not worry about how things will go

And see with His eyes every living soul

For surely His heart does love them so.