So many have
said it before
With finer turn of phrase,
But I want to lift up to You
My own small words of praise.
You gave me
life, then redeemed me,
And, with Your empty grave,
You paid the price to set me free.
I’m no longer death’s slave.
I don’t
deserve to know such love,
In fact, none of us do.
Yet that is exactly the love
We each receive from You.
I thank You,
Lord, for loving us!
How wondrous are Your ways
That gave us life eternally.
To You, I lift my praise.
Psalm 107:8
Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love, for his wondrous works to the children of man!
With finer turn of phrase,
But I want to lift up to You
My own small words of praise.
And, with Your empty grave,
You paid the price to set me free.
I’m no longer death’s slave.
In fact, none of us do.
Yet that is exactly the love
We each receive from You.
How wondrous are Your ways
That gave us life eternally.
To You, I lift my praise.
Let them thank the Lord for his steadfast love, for his wondrous works to the children of man!
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