The world is full of superheroes
Decked in tights and flowing capes,
But in truth they're only zeroes;
Strange cartoon-created shapes.
Most are said to be quite strong -
Endowed with strange, mysterious power;
Their mission is to right each wrong
Causing crooks to quake and cower.
Some can jump and others fly;
Stretch their limbs or disappear -
One spins and scales buildings sky-high;
When they're needed they'll appear.
They don't exist and can't compare
To God's mighty men of old
Who daily bent their knees in prayer
And were truly brave and bold.
The power that they had was real;
God's Spirit worked through them -
They were on fire; filled with zeal
God's own anointed supermen.
There is One much mightier still
Than all those men of old;
He came to do the Father's will
And free us from sin s hold.
There's nothing which He cannot do;
The world is safe in Him -
He can fix and make things new:
He's Jesus Christ our King.
Yes Lord, You're my Superhero;
You're real; almighty; true
And as Your child I'm not a zero
For You've made me worthy too.
~ Belinda van Rensburg ~
[ by: Belinda van Rensburg, Copyright © 2009 ( email@example.com ) -- submitted by: Belinda van Rensburg ]
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