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.