We share deep love, to Him I give praise.
Each day of my life I have God's touch
There are no words to thank Him enough.
My Lord puts a spring into each step
I give Him the glory,His words Have depth.
He Picked me Up when my feet were slipping,
Someday I'll walk beside him in the land of the living.
My Lord keeps me singing, He puts a song in my heart
The words,the melody,as sweet as the harp,
He was wounded for me,and now I understand
I'll worship in His temple,not built by human hands.
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