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by Deborah Bell © 2015

All reason tells me I should be downtrodden with despair
But look at me and you will see I’m floating on the air

Lifted high above the things that try to weigh me down
As hard as he is trying… Satan will not take my crown

I’ve got my life invested in a beneficial plan
And it is one that supersedes the subsidies of man

There’s nothing here can bind me for my Master holds the key
Of chains or from the pit of hell… He’ll run to set me free

My heart sings out a joyful song through what may ere transpire
 If I should sink… right in a blink… He just lifts me up higher…

Humble yourselves in the sight of the Lord,
and He shall lift you up.
James 4:10

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