Oh Lord, You know my breaking heart…and You heal.
You understand my despair…and You grant hope.
You look deep within my soul…and love me still
You see the wrong in me…and You bless my child.
So near death, yet drawn to You,
This babe the evil one has sought.
He cannot claim her, for she is Yours,
My gift, oh God, my youngest child.
If Your love depended upon my merit
I’d be left alone and nothing could I claim.
But You, oh Father, looked down on her.
You brought her from death’s evil clutches
And offer her new life again.
How can I thank you for all Your goodness?
For Your depth of love and healing?
To repay is my desire…I give You all I have…
My contrite and thankful heart is Yours to use…
An offering for Your abiding grace.
If you died today, are you absolutely certain that you would go to heaven? You can be! TRUST JESUS NOW
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