My Lord, My Strength
Woke up one morning with a tear in my eye,
for all the pain and suffering
that had passed me on by.
Then I sat up and thought how Jesus
had suffered mine ten fold,
his ultimate sacrifice for me,
his ever present love worth more than gold.
I knew then I could turn to him night or day,
reach out to him with open arms and pray.
He is my Lord and Savior - for me evermore,
He can be my strength, what I had
not realized before.
Message:
Life has many challenges, good and bad.
When you might feel nobody cares,
there is one that always will,
that is the Good Lord, Jesus Christ.
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