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My Savior


Born from a virgin and in a manger

before this time, He was just a stranger.

 

Just a name that I would call out in distress

but now I thank Him for all that I've been blessed.

 

From the shoes on my feet

to the air that I breathe.

 

I pray each day that every word I speak

to be what He has teached.

 

Before this time, I had my future figured out, 

but now, living for my King is what it's been about.

 

My Savior is my king

It is through Him that I can do all things.

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