This one Thing
He makes me worthy
He eases my worries
He washes me white as snow
Without him I feel so low
For by him all things were made
His life, his death, his resseruction
It makes my sins fade
Without him I am nothing
His creation is oh so stunning
So If I was lost
The only thing I would search for
is my Lord who's death was upon a Cross
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