Victory In Jesus (feat. Ben Isaacs & Mike Rogers) - Bradley Walker

I heard an old, old story How a Savior came from glory How He gave His life on Calvary To save a wretch like me And I heard about His groaning Of His precious blood's atoning Then I repented of my sins And won the victory O victory in Jesus My Savior, forever He sought me and He bought me With His redeeming blood He loved me ere I knew Him And all my love is due Him He plunged me to victory Beneath the cleansing flood Now I heard about His healing Of His cleansing pow'r revealing How He made the lame to walk again Caused the blind to see, oh... And then I cried, "Dear Jesus (dear Jesus) Come and heal my broken spirit" (oh yeah) And somehow Jesus came and brought To me the victory O victory in Jesus My Savior, forever He sought me and He bought me With His redeeming blood He loved me ere I knew Him And all my love is due Him He plunged me to victory Beneath the cleansing flood Heard about the blood of the Lamb That was shed for me It makes me victorious You know I've been set free You heard about the blood of the Lamb That was shed for me It makes me victorious You know I've been set free I heard about a mansion He has built for me in glory And I heard about the streets of gold Beyond the crystal sea About the angels singing And the old redemption story And some sweet day I'll sing up there The song of victory O victory in Jesus My Savior, forever He sought me and He bought me With His redeeming blood He loved me ere I knew Him And all my love is due Him He plunged me to victory Beneath the cleansing flood Tell me what heard, what you heard now Heard about the blood of the Lamb That was shed for me Makes me victorious You know I've been set free Heard about the blood of the Lamb That was shed for me Makes me victorious You know I've been set free You know I've been set free You know I've been set... You know that I've been set free Set free, I'm free Set free (oh) I'm set free, I'm free Set free, I'm free Yeah the victory (set free) I'm free (I'm free) You're free (set free) set free, yeah Set free (yeah...)

Hear me Lord Lord, My people wanna be free Just like the blind would like to see But the hotter the battle will be The sweeter the victory Give us faith to face another day Guide the sinner now, to (?) our way Give us strength, dear Lord I pray That we shall overcome someday Alright Lord Give an 'elping hand To each and ev'ryone We do all the work each and every day And still for all we don't get no pay But I know that things won't last this way 'Cause we shall overcome someday

What a friend we have in Jesus, All our sins and griefs to bear! What a privilege to carry Everything to God in prayer! Oh, what peace we often forfeit, Oh, what needless pain we bear, All because we do not carry Everything to God in prayer! Have we trials and temptations? Is there trouble anywhere? We should never be discouraged, Take it to the Lord in prayer. Can we find a friend so faithful, Who will all our sorrows share? Jesus knows our every weakness; Take it to the Lord in prayer. You can take it to the Lord in prayer.

You've no business buying a mare like that, but buy her if you must." He bit the end off his cigar and spat it in the dust "She's old, she's lame, and barren too She's not worth feed and hay But I'll give you this," - he blew smoke at me "She was something in her day." "I recall her well ten years ago; she was a winner in her prime She was fast, and lean, and willing, but they raced her past her time And though she had the heart, her legs were gone And it wasn't hard to see, they kept her at it In the hopes of just one more small victory." "She was shunted around from track to track, from Kentucky up to Maine They'd run her in cheap claimers, all doped up to mask her pain And if it's my advice you want, I'd say, the poor thing's had her day You'd be throwing good cash after bad. It's best you turn away." Well they led her around the auction shed, and the bidding started low "She'll go for dog food," someone said, "the market's been that slow." But she raised her head, And pricked her ears, and before the hammer fell She was mine My friend turned around to me "You're soft-headed. I can tell." But she's been shoved from pillar to Post," said I, "And always done her best They used her up, they wrung her dry; you'd think she'd earned a rest So if she does naught but end her days beneath some shady tree I'll have saved her from the Knacker's yard, and that's enough for me." Well, that was near two years ago, she's filled out some since then The more so since she's been in foal; she eats enough for ten And this morn as I crept to the barn around about half past three There stood nursing on still trembling legs, one more small victory