YOU ARE

Lord you are the great I AM

The bright and morning star

The healer of my blinded eyes

You make my feeble knees strong

You calm the storm with in my life

And tell the wind to cease

You took a coal in the rough

And a diamond Now i see

You raise the dead

And heal the lame

And feed a multitude...



But the greast thing to me dear Lord

Is becoming more like you

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