Oh, my lord, I thank You.
You gave me a true faith
which have got only few
the price for it You paid.
Some may be sad; I have pleasure
where's god, there's no death.
Some may worry — I am sure
later He'll crown me with a wreath.
In harsh times of sin
he offered us a helping hand
and redeemed us through raisin'
Jesus Christ, our best friend.
And he will raise us too,
I can tell you for sure.
With Him there's nothing we can't do —
his love is impossible to measure.
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Author:
Jesus is Lord (Pseudonym) (
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- Published: October 3rd, 2025 13:50
- Category: Religion
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