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There's a Rose called love, and He died on Calvary's cross,
The Rose of Sharon, fairest of ten thousand, there's a lily
of the Valley, robed in purest white, Oh, He's so dear, to my
heart.
There's a bright and morning star, Who shines His Light on
me, there's a day spring of life, that dwells inside, there's
the Ancient of days, Who's known my charted path for each day,
and I long to know more of Him, in every way.
He's the Shepherd that leads me beside still water's, He's
the loving Father, that restores my very soul, He takes me
in His arms, and shelters me from all harm, this precious
daddy, that keeps me from every alarm, and when I think He's
done all that He is going to do, He lifts up my chin, and says,
there's so much more, in store for you, I can't ever give enough
for this heart that flows with love, Lord I lift my hands, to You,
with a thankful heart of praise, as tears flow down my face today,
what can I give You, Oh my Lord, what can I possibly say, than I
love you more, and more, every day.
Lisa Beth Jenkins c.2007
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