With the love of a brother's heart,

His eyes will judge as a King.

His hand will gently touch

With the strength of a warrior’s arm.

 

In His precious embrace,

The armor of His

Breastplate is felt.

And as He lifts me up,

His sword is soundly heard.

 

This is no ordinary love.

This is a mighty love.

Built on an everlasting frame,

Structured in power and might.

 

Held in comfort

And arraigned in authority,

My soul shrinks in fear.

 

This is my God,

My Lord and Savior.

 

This is Jesus,

My Master so dear.

                                                                                                 Selah

 My Master by Ronhales                                                                                                                      Daniel 7:14

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