Classic Poem

You have fixed my feet'til I — can't walk;
You have fixed my tongue 'til — I — can't talk.
Lord spare me over 'til another year,
Spare me over 'til another year.

You have healed the sick and raised the dead
There is lambs in the desert a-cryin' for bread;
Lord, spare me over till another year,
Spare me over till another year.

There's so many people so blind and deaf,
There's so many people with an unbelief.
Lord, spare me over till another year,
Spare me over till another year.

I know You are able to open their eyes,
You have placed the sun and the moon in the skies;
Lord, spare me over till another year,
Spare me over till another year.

You have made for me a home in heaven,
For this You have a promise given;
Lord, spare me over till another year,
Spare me over till another year.

Go feed my lambs, go feed my sheep,
When this comes to me it makes me mourn and weep;
Lord, spare me over till another year,
Spare me over till another year.

Go feed my sheep and them take care,
Step out on the promises and never fear.
Lord, spare me over till another year,
Spare me over till another year.

We see the faithful was Abraham,
If they ask you who sent you tell them the great I AM;
Lord, spare me over till another year,
Spare me over till another year.