Hallowed Ground

The roads where my Jesus walked,
Is Hallowed ground;
Where He healed and where He talked,
Releasing bound!

The hill where my Jesus died,
Is Hallowed ground;
Showing He was on my side,
Life in His wound!

The tomb where my Jesus lay,
Is Hallowed ground;
Where death tried to have its say,
And life was found!

The paths I tread that make up my way,
Can be His Hallowed ground;
If I allow the Lord to have His say,
Letting my pride be drowned!