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Praise
 


The utter joy of Jesus' birth
reminds me what my life is worth.
The Christ child came that I might live,
His death doth all my sins forgive;
His suffering upon that cross,
paid that I might not suffer loss,
that tiny child who would be King,
a greater gift than anything.
My heart is humbled, rocked and shaken
at the cruel way His life was taken.
Lord, I shall serve You all my days,
offering my heart in praise.







By cherryk

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