Contending for my Robe..

I call down my robe
I call down my robe!
For my inheritance
The one You have for me

The grayness of this robe
Will hide me from the enemy
It shines, it shines so bright
For those who can see

Like diamonds in the night
To set the captives free
I marvel at this robe
That it was made for me

You will no longer walk
Without ability
You will move forward in
The land of liberty

Written by Jonathan Walden Copyright  2014

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