I look down at my feet and notice they're swelling up
I remind myself again, "It's your fault you have to drink this cup"
I look around and realize, nobody's here but me
That's when I say, "This devil has got to flee"
I ease the covers back, and plant my feet on the floor
I scoot closer to the edge of the bed, "come on girl, just a little more"
The heater's on and the room is still cold, but I've got praying to do
And I'm not getting off my knees till my praying time is through
You see, once I start to pray about the situations in my life
I get a burst of energy and my issues don't hold much strife
Because I think about the people doing so much worse than me
Who haven't glimpsed salvation, haven't seen Jesus on that tree
So it's easy for me to stay in prayer and intercede for man
Because my healing's on the way, it's part of God's master plan
I don't have all the answers, I can't past this moment see
But I know who holds tomorrow, and I know He's holding me!
Written by Ethel L. Buchanan
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