My reality, I submit onto the spirit as feelings form into tears with each tear I taste I realize again faith is sufficient. It's difficult to accept matters of this world flesh will more than condemn hope slides seeming all to to be lost. His blood again has cleansed me spirit lead me where I need to stand raindrops become my rhythm this world can keep its merry band. Through his painful attacks my arms reached out in praise I need not a silver cloud nor even the wings of an angel to remind me who I serve to know whom is my Lord. He was flogged and tortured. He carried His cross. His blood shed for me I’m not imprisoned by guilt but through his love like the truth I'm free.