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Ode To a King

The angels praised him, the heavens rang. How can I do less? The shepherds marveled, and spread the news. How can I do less? Wise men brought gifts worthy of a King. How can I do less? My lips will praise him, my heart will sing. My soul will worship my Savior and King. Every chance, I tell what he's done for me. He died in agony, hanging on that tree. Celebrating his birth, I give him my all. How can I do less when my Savior calls?

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Kp Nunez

Date: 11/13/2014 10:51:00 AM

Rated : )

Cona Adams
Date: 11/13/2014 12:34:00 PM

Love your method of rating, Kim.

Kp Nunez

Date: 11/13/2014 10:22:00 AM

Oh, it's lovely, Cona. I can almost hear the melody! Praise be to the King for this gift. Kim

Cona Adams
Date: 11/13/2014 12:31:00 PM

Thanks so much, Kim. Yes, we can hear the final chorus in our heads. When Handel came out of his office at the completion of his work, he said, "I have met the great God himself!"