His Greatest Gift
His glory I praise,
In His grace I live,
Worship Him to live,
Live to worship him.
I no longer roam the world to find love,
Through every seed,
His love is all I need.
A harvest for a every reason,
On His given time for the season,
I leave my sins in the past,
Not looking back at last.
My God is great so I don’t have to be,
But I feel it will never be enough from me,
At times speechless and have nothing to say,
So I hope and pray,
That Lord you create a way,
As I turn to you help me get through everyday.
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