| By Frank S. |
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Oh thank you my Father for what You've given to me; For the gift that You've given is the best that can be. You healed me from memories of ugly things I have done; You revealed within me Your glorious Son. Now pardoned, redeemed and transformed by Your power; I'm expectantly waiting for that fateful hour. The Son of God made manifest, at last for all to see; To save this earth from tyranny, and set the captives free. No more shall Earth be victimized, by the ravages of war; The plowshares made from weapons are used to feed the poor. A thousand tongues sing praises, to the One who sits upon the throne; All praise belongs to You Lord, to You and You alone. |
| A Gift From Above |
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