The Blessed and the Vagabonds

Righteous and Mighty King of kings,

You are worthy to be esteemed

Higher than everything I could ever think.

Stronger than my last breath,

I love You and You love me.

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You have set me free from the beast.

Oh God, You have delivered me from the tormentor.

Peace is a strong man, a mighty man of valor.

He takes the wicked by force and subjects them to His rule.

He has His Holy foot on their necks and His scepter is Truth.

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Ride the rhythm of His flute,

Dance your way to eternity, oh blessed children of Israel.

Where He steps, we step.

Where He stops, we stop.

Where He rests, we rest.

And where He is, we are.

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For we are His reflection, His mirror image. We only do what the Father is doing.

How much freer are the prisoners of righteousness than the Prince of Vagabonds!

For we know our way home and when the night comes,

we each will return to our own house that has been prepared.

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Where, oh where, will the vagabond go?

He makes his home in poison.

The bed where he sleeps rises up to kill him.

How sorry are the vagabonds who trade a taste of freedom, for venom disguised as wine.

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We drink living water and stay hydrated forever.

We shall be like a tree planted by refreshing streams.

We are all loved in one city by one Father

who seeks to be with us for eternity.