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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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