Will I Call Him

Will I call Him my God, And not seek His face
Will I call Him my King, And not run His race
Will I call Him my LORD, And not hearken to His voice
Will I call Him my Father, And not make His will, my choice
Let me serve my LORD with all my heart,
Let me Love my King with all my soul
For He is worthy of all my strength
He is worthy of all my life
Will I call Him my God, And not seek His face
Will I call Him my King, And not run His race
Will I call Him my LORD, And not hearken to His voice
Will I call Him my Father, And not make His will, my choice
How can we turn away from His love
He who gave all to save us all
Our strength is in Him and only in Him
He is able to keep us, hold us, set us on high
Will I call Him my God,
And not seek His face
Will I call Him my King, And not run His race
Will I call Him my LORD,
And not hearken to His voice
Will I call Him my Father, And not make His will, my choice
My soul shall rejoice For I will serve Him
My heart shall sing
For I will hear Him
My spirit will shout
For I shall follow Him
He is my God and I see His face
He is my King, and I am running the race
He is my LORD, and I hear His voice
He is my Father, and HE IS MY CHOICE!!!!!

By Every Stripe

By every stripe we were healed
By every stripe our victory was sealed
Did the enemy know when the whip was laid on our king
That a myriad of angels began to sing
Or did he think that he had the victory
Not realizing that every blow was changing eternity
By every stripe we were healed
By every stripe our victory was sealed
Did the enemy know that every drop of blood washed away pain
And put man in authority over him in Jesus name
Or did he think that spilled blood meant certain death to our Lord
Not realizing that every speck was fulfilling Gods WORD
By every stripe we were healed
By every stripe our victory was sealed
Did the enemy know that every time our precious King screamed
That it echoed through time and gave birth to the praise of The Redeemed
Or did he take pleasure in The Spotless Lambs pains
Not realizing this precious lamb would one day wrap him in eternal chains.
By every stripe we were healed
By every stripe our victory was sealed
I guess doesn't really matter what the enemy knew that day
One thing is for certain and it gives me joy to say
That Jesus rose from the dead
The GOD that crushed the enemies head.