I love the way you hear me when I call.
I love the way you catch me when I fall.
I love to hear your voice each day.
I love the way you hear me when I pray.
I love the way you restore my soul.
And no matter how many broken pieces,
You always make me whole.
I love how you never leave, you're always near.
How you delinguish all my fears.
And then there's the way, you gave you're life for me.
On a cross, on a hill, called calvary.
Jesus, I Love You, I Love You, I Love You
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