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A Jeweled Sword
I climb up on your wheelchair
Kiss your cheek and brush your hair
Mommy it's even hard for you to breathe this air
I read you stories of the saints of old
The greatest stories ever told
Mommy I think you're the greatest saint I know
You're a miracle, I'm a miracle
I love you with all my heart
You soar, like an eagle in the spirit
You roar, like the lion of Judah
You're a jeweled sword
In the hand of the Lord
You're grateful for every breath you breathe
To have me sitting on your knee
So many people praying you will be set free
We've seen miracle, upon miracle
We pray there's more to come
In Heaven the battle was raging
Michael cast down satan
Down here on earth you're a sword in this fight
The victory belongs with the children of light