What A Friend - Poem by Todd Allen
How precious be the name of the Lord.
He is worthy to be praised.
He died on the cross for the sins of the world,
and, from the grave He was raised.
When you're in need of a friend,
someone to just be there,
call upon the name of the Lord,
He loves you and He cares.
Praise be the name of the Lord,
there is nothing He can't do.
He is waiting with outstretched arms,
waiting for me and you.
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