I praise your name

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    I praise your name


    You sent your Son

    He died for me

    He gave his all

    on Calvary

    All alone

    And full of Sin

    I thank you Lord

    For sending him



    I praise your name

    On bended knees

    And thank you Lord

    For saving me

    Thank you Lord

    For saving me



    When I am lost

    I kneel and Pray

    And ask for him

    To lead the way

    On the cross

    he died for me

    He gave his all

    to set me free



    I praise your name

    On bended knees

    And thank you Lord

    For saving me

    Thank you Lord

    For saving me



    I live each day

    To seek your will

    To have your grace

    And be fulfilled

    Someday You’ll come

    And I’ll go home

    You made this promise

    Long ago



    I praise your name

    On Bended knees

    and thank you Lord

    For saving me

    Thank you Lord

    For saving me

     Written
        by
    Maryann Hunt

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    UnworthyFather commented on I praise your name

    06-24-2009

    I really enjoyed this poem, ma'am. Your rhythm and flow are excellent, and I like the repeated stanza. It is the one that punches everything together. Christ dying on Calvary is in vain if we do not let Him change our lives. "Thank you Lord - For saving me." Great write. Thank you for sharing. God bless. 10

    maryann72961

    06/24/2009

    Thank you, your comment is very appriciated. God Bless

    jademelissa74 commented on I praise your name

    06-24-2009

    Awe! How refreshing to read words with such content! Thank you for sharing this poem! A wonderfully-written piece! Great Job!

    maryann72961

    06/24/2009

    Thank you so much for taking the time to read and comment. it is very much appreciated

    A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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