Job

The Lord has got a job for you
But you are hanging back, I fear
Although you know you have the gift
A pang of doubt is hovering near
Perhaps the devil has his finger
Pressed upon your nerve of doubt
Are you going to let him linger
Or disperse him with a shout.

The name of Jesus is your weapon
Shout it and your shackles fall
He is living deep within you
Waiting for your every call
Do not cower any longer
Rise up to your fullest height
Go and do The Fathers bidding
Trouncing darkness through The Light.