Let praises ring
For our Savior King
Whose precious blood
Was shed for us
That we with Him
Shall rise from life
Free from sin – pain
And strife.
Each day anew –
Each breath - a gift
Given by God
To us –
In faith we stride
Through life –
Through death -
Awaiting His promised
Righteousness.
Look no further
For Life has come
In the presence of
God’s own Son
Within His arms
We shall be
Forgiven saints
Eternally.
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