Delivered

Every breath I draw from my Creator,
My calling couldn't be greater.
Delivered from certain death,
Given authority over the world's wealth,
I'll reign through prayer and supplication,
Of righteousness my application.
The Spirit speaks that I am fine, I am thine,
As I move in His will divine.
Clothed in garments of righteousness,
I am the bending reed He won't break.
In blessing, me He will bless,
Me and mine He won't forsake.
Dining in the presence of my enemies,
With their witty plots, in their tracks they'll freeze
As God's Spirit wafts through like a breeze,
And my desires, with His, he does please.
Discerning with the mind of Christ
Me will suffice.