Forever Grateful
He sees me deep through my soul,
His palms mark the lives He toiled for,
No one can be compared to Him,
‘Cause he’s a miracle of His own.
Unlike many kings, He is remarkable,
With His thorny crown,
And His stick scepter,
He build a kingdom of humble gold.
Hundred Goliaths he defeated,
Steeled walls He crumpled
With bare hands and pure faith
To raise a blood of His own.
It would take centuries to fill
The blood and sweat He poured for our cradle
And I will forever be proud to say
Thank you and I love you my Savior.
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