Because He Loved Me
Because he loved me
I held my head high
Through a lens of stained glass
I saw myself
Because he loved me
I had strength to continue
Through aching hearts and broken bones
I healed myself
Because he loved me
I was never alone
Through pitch nights and swollen days
I found myself
Because he loved me
I saw joy in all things
Through bleakness and doubt
I surrendered myself
Because he loved me
I became what I am
Through all the swinging doors
I loved myself
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