Prayer: Lord, Help Me Not To Make Shipwreck!

Lord, help me not to make shipwreck

Upon the sandy shoals

Of name or rank or talent

Let me upon Christ take hold!

Help me to set aside my self, Lord

Help me, Lord, to lift You up

Give me the strength to give my back to

The accolades of men from the bitter cup!

I beseech You, Lord, for the blessings

That keep my sight raised high

To the Temple of The Eternal

To my mansion in the sky!

Until the Day of Awarding

When Saints have been glorified

Let me not make shipwreck of my faith, Lord

By believing Old Satan's lies!

AMEN.

Victory IS Mine!

Lord, purge me with hyssop

That I may be clean

I don’t need their sys-op

For those people are real mean!

Their plans are inhuman

I trust God to relieve

Me of their experiments

To make me immortal

When God said: “Not these!"

God’s Word is immutable

His commandment will stand

“Get behind me!” Old Satan

Our God ain’t a man

To play with His creatures

As cats play with mice

You are the great liar!

You've filled men with vice!

I trust God to deliver me!

I trust God to care

For me in this battle

Which vile men declare 

Is their’s for their number is numerous

Our numbers are few

BUT we have King Jesus

So there is nothing to lose!

Victory is mine

For when this life is lost

The King of Creation

Will wake me at the last

Trumpet of Awakening -

New life will be mine!

New Life in Eternity!

New Day with the Divine

Lord of the Kingdom!

Hello!?! Victory IS mine!