YOU GET ALL THE GLORY
Lord Jesus,
You get all of the glory
For the rest of my life
You took all of pain
I've been suffering in your body
By enduring Calvary's strife
You helped deliver migraine's
Symptoms and strain
Your anointing on my
Life helped me make
It through it's stormy winds
And it's stormy rains
Last night
I thank you Lord for getting me
Through this storm and
This wind once again
To remind hell that your
Love for me will reign over
Over that pain til end
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