All my cares
And all my troubles
Gather round my head
And while I may be dying
I'm still not nearley dead
I know that my Creator
Is standing right by me
My comforter,
My friend,
My companion
And my helper
Rrght to the very end.
By grace he sent my Savior
To a lonely, wretched me
I've lived and breathed
In freedom, and
I've loved
His Spirit in me
Yes, I shall live
Untill I die
And then will live forever
And ever
And ever
I'll live with God forever
And all eternity
(c) 2010 gail g mcdonald
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