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Cause To Breathe
 

I love Him;
He's my very inspiration,
my cause to breathe,
to live to hope, to dare.
How could I not adore my Lord,
and Master,
when, after all, He even made the air!

Sing praises with me now,
He loves our voices;
it matters not to him if we're off-key.
All that is to know of us,
He treasures;
old faulty you
and yes, old faulty me.

He gave His life for us,
there was no other;
He took our guilt,
our terror, grief and pain,
yet every time in life
we would deny Him,
we nail Him to the cross ourselves
again.


By cherryk

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