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
Written by Jonathan Walden Copyright 2014
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