Oh Lord-I beg forgiveness...
Not unforgiveness.
You are the way...
That I should play.
You are the art...
That instills my heart.
You are the love from up above...
Higher than the passing dove.
Hard to reach, your love so bold...
Around as long, if not-longer, old.
You gave your Son for my sin...
So that I may one day, rightfully win.
I can't wait to adjoin your loving venture...
I am your faithful servant, fully-indentured.
I go fully with free will...
You give me hope, and a heart felt-thrill.
Your love enfolds me full...
You acquire me wholey and
Holy, into my soul.
My love for you, I give free willingly...
I find You & Your Son, loving and hap-ply, thrillingly.
I praise your Scriptured Word...
As I am sure-Every body-has heard.
Your Son will return some day, soon...
Your beauty is brighter than the brightest moon.
Your Son, Jesus, will come to stay...
He will make all evil, really pay.
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