Blessings on Me
I have been chosen.
I don't know why.
The road seems narrow.
But, the path gets wide,
To stand in God's presence.
And feel his precious blessings flow.
To see miracles happen.
And feel the wind blow.
I don't know why.
The road seems narrow.
But, the path gets wide,
To stand in God's presence.
And feel his precious blessings flow.
To see miracles happen.
And feel the wind blow.
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