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His Mercy Oh His mercy, like tender leaves, and flowers on a vine, sweet to the taste, like honeysuckle, soft petals of tendrils so divine, His mercy, oh His mercy, runs like a river, never ending, peace, sublime, His love, and grace, flows forever, His peace rolls over me in billows, Oh, His love transcends all of time, His mercy follows me all of my days, and I can only sing this song of praise, for the One who died for all of my sins, and now my life, is to glorify Him, Jesus, my Lord and majesty, the One Who died, and cast all of my sins in the deepest sea, my Lord Who shed His blood for me. Lisa Beth Jenkins Copyright 2008 All Rights Reserved
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