Who crowns us with loving kindness,
Satisfies our mouth with good things.
Who executes righteousness,
And all creation sings.
Who forgives all iniquities,
Heals all disease.
Bless the Lord
O my soul
In you I am set free.
Forget not his benefits,
They are of old.
Who redeems you from destruction and the bullshit that's been told.
Who restores our youth, as we age, into eternity,
Where the fruit gets sweeter,
On the vine,
By lamps they are seen.
Ripened to the full,
Matured and refined;
Tendered by the masters hand,
Prepared for the new wine.
Ready for the feast-
Ready for the bride.
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Valiantstar (Pseudonym) (
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Ahh, a paraphrase in the line: 'Who redeems you from destruction and the......' . Well, I've not heard that version before! Oops!
I thought it might be about Dr Who. Nope! lol.
Where ?
What?
Lovely
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