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Dec 2016
Church
Where you should go to confess your sins
A place I have hardly been
I have had no real cause
It has been hard for me to follow those good laws
Yes, I guess a real dog
Of why, I do not have a long monologue
With the preacher I have never had a dialogue
God knows !!
Something that I chose
Living within the Devil's shadow
That was then
This is now
It's Sunday
Oh Lord my God when I in awesome wonder
Consider all the worlds thy hands have made
I see the stars, I hear the rolling thunder
Thy power throughout the universe displayed
When Christ shall come
With a shout of acclaimation
To take me home what joy shall fill my heart
Then I shall bow in humble adoration
And there proclaim my God how great thou art
Then sings my soul my savior God to thee
How great thou art
It's Sunday
!!
Church
Is now my place
it opened it's door
and showed me so much more
Mark Tilford
Written by
Mark Tilford  Louisville ky
(Louisville ky)   
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