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Music to my ears Napkin to my tears Shoulder to my lean Through an exhaustingly long swim… resting Island in between He is... Salvation from my sin That’s my Lord Courage to my fears Wisdom among my peers Keeps me focused, keen Opened my eyes to all that I’ve seen He is... My backbone… He is my spleen That’s my Lord And so I cannot afford To give up on Him Lest he returns the favour And gives up on me And I need Him… my savior I was always flattered though, by the fact that He needs me too To fulfill my purpose… my part in His plan I could be replaced, I know But for some reason I keep getting other chances… He keeps forgiving me some more It makes me feel special, like for an important role to play I am wanted I have to be careful though, not to cross the line… And take him for granted To lose a father, a friend and a guide I simply cannot afford So, no matter how many times I slip up I will still pick myself up, dust myself off, look to the sky and say… “I will stick with Him because He is my Lord.”
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Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
That's my Lord.
Music to my ears Napkin to my tears Shoulder to my lean Through an exhaustingly long swim… resting Island in between He is... Salvation from my sin That’s my Lord Courage to my fears Wisdom among my peers Keeps me focused, keen Opened my eyes to all that I’ve seen He is... My backbone… He is my spleen That’s my Lord And so I cannot afford To give up on Him Lest he returns the favour And gives up on me And I need Him… my savior I was always flattered though, by the fact that He needs me too To fulfill my purpose… my part in His plan I could be replaced, I know But for some reason I keep getting other chances… He keeps forgiving me some more It makes me feel special, like for an important role to play I am wanted I have to be careful though, not to cross the line… And take him for granted To lose a father, a friend and a guide I simply cannot afford So, no matter how many times I slip up I will still pick myself up, dust myself off, look to the sky and say… “I will stick with Him because He is my Lord.”
nigel-obiya
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Kenyan
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 1:13 AM UTC
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