Lord of my Past
You know my life, you know my heart
There is nothing of which you are not a part
You see my days from the first to the last
You account mercy to me for my past
You provide grace for all of my days
And in this present hour I will seek your ways
All the futility is burned up in Holy fire
All of the seeking after my own desires
Every thing not done in the spirit is vain
Every seeking of self was of loss, not of gain
You will account for the first and the last
i give unto you present future and past
For you are the Lord, You are my Lord
So the days the locusts ate will surely be restored
Now for all of my moments in all that I do
My assurrance comes in knowing you.
You put my sin behind your back
Cast it into the deepest sea
You clothed me in your righteousness
And made a son of me
For you are the Lord, You are my Lord
So the days the locusts ate will surely be restored
Now for all of my moments in all that I do
My assurrance comes in knowing you.
6-21-96
Anthony Foster
Copyright 1996 Anthony Foster