Messengers
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Oh, to be a messenger . . .
To bring the news to Abraham That Sarah’s time is come; To call his name just when his hand Is raised to slay his son; Climb Jacob’s ladder in the night; Call Moses from the flame; Watch Balaam’s donkey save his life When she cries out his name. Oh, to be a messenger . . . To rescue Daniel when he’s cast Into the lion’s den; The children from the furnace blast When they refuse to bend. Appear to Mary, telling her That she will soon conceive, And Joseph, also, to endure And that he should not leave. Oh, to be a messenger . . . Escape with Peter from his cell, His jailers and his chains; Rejoice in all the news to tell The shepherds in the plains. To stand before the entrance where His body once was lain, And tell the ones who gather there That Jesus lives again. Oh, let me be a messenger — An angel in disguise; To say what You would have me to, To see things through Your eyes. Yes, let me be Your messenger — A beacon in the night; To be the one You call upon To spread a bit of light. |
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