The Man

There is a man from Galilee
                          In hell and heaven he has the key
                         He heals the sick and raise the dead
                   He gives sight to the blind the hungry he fed
                  He walks upon water and calms the raging sea
                       We are his branches and he is our tree
                    Through hurt and pain, sorrows and shame
                   There is deliverance and healing in his name
                     To call his name there's power and might
                  He hears when you call be it day or be it night
               He is the one you talk with as you kneel down to pray
                   Only call the name of Jesus and you will be okay.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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