Jesus Set Me Free

I close my eyes and listen—
there's nothing I can see.
I wait to hear the voice of
Christ Jesus calling me.

And as I wait in stillness,
I bow on bended knee,
praising my sweet Savior for
all He's done for me. . . .

For all the wrongs I have done
and those I've yet to see.
I thank Him for the price He paid—
the price He paid for me.

It's then I hear Christ Jesus
just whispering to me,
with angels sweetly singing
a peaceful melody.

Although I cannot see Him,
I know He's here with me.
His presence is so peaceful-
'tis ever Heavenly.

My heart sings out with gladness,
as Jesus sets me free
of all the heavy burdens
that once imprisoned me.

Books by Kristine Stanton

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