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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