Treasure Island

Gregory PierreJerome

Thank You Lord

I am joyful in his presence
I feel right with him by my side
I want to rejoice with him
Oh, Father I say thank you
God, my dad, I say bless you
Thank you Lord, thank you
I admire, I love you, and I worship you
I give you praise and I glorify your name
With you and your compassion I am never the same
Your name is Holy and I thank you
Please Master I know I am nothing
I know you are King of all kings
I understand you are great and almighty
So that is open and also my mind
Come on inside so I can be kind
Be graceful to me oh sweet Jesus
Love me more than I love you
My true Father I say I need you
Again thank you for I have faith
I believe, I have hope, and I bow down
For Lord you are awesome and again
I say thank you, thank you, and thank you!

Submitted: Tuesday, June 01, 2010

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