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Some Of Us Are Prophets And Some Of Us Are Preachers. Some Of Us Are Poets And Some Of Us Are Teachers. Some Of Us Are Warriors, Who Fight On Our Knees. What We All Want Most, Is Our Lord We Want To Please! All Of Us Have Gifts, That We Use To Lift His Name. Yes, All Of Us Have Gifts, But Not All Are The Same. Some Have The Gift Of Giving For They Always Want To Share. Some Have The Gift Of Lifting, Others Up In Prayer. Some Have A Gift To Listen, When Others Are In Need. Some Fight The Prince Of Darkness, With His Blood They Do Plead. Some Shout In The Streets, For You Can Hear Them Far Away! Some Will Pass Out Bibles, Walking Miles Everyday. All Of Us Together, We're Our Savior's Hands And Feet. Yes, We So Adore Him, For To Us He Is So Sweet. There Is Nothing We Won't Do, If Upon Us He Does Call, We Were Taken Out Of Darkness, For He Has Saved Us All. We Love Him With A Love, A Love So Very True, For He Is Our Mighty King And There's Nothing We Won't Do, Do For Him, If He Ask, Right Up To Our Death, For We Are His Body. He's The One Who Gives Us Breath! We Know Him In A Way, That The World Can't Understand. We Talk Of Him Both Day And Night, Because He Is So Grand! Now You May Call Us Freaks, But We Don't Mind A Bit, For We Know Our Savior, Who On His Throne Does Sit. He Lives Within Our Heart, Oh How He Loves Us So And Soon The Day Is Coming, When With Him We Will Go. Many Then... They Will See, That We Were Oh So Right, For Right Before Their Very Eyes, We Will Vanish Out Of Sight! Cathy Jo Moore © 2002 |