PRAISE
Feb. 20, 1976
I praise my Lord with all my heart;
To me He's everything.
In His presence, I will stay;
His praises I will sing.
His love will ever fill me;
His glory floods my soul.
Forever, I'll be with Him;
His mercy, He doth show.
For I am so unworthy
To have my Savior's love,
And yet He shed His blood for me,
That I may reign above.
Not by works that I have done,
Gave He this gift to me;
But by His grace, He gives the faith,
Salvation, oh so free.
By: Sheila Weaver
aka:Peacefully
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