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I thank you Lord for the grace you've shown me sometimes I just don't know why, because there's no creature ever so more wretched than I, and I will bow down with my face to the floor from all those times that I've searched for something more, but I will dry those tears and hold my head up high, cause I stand a conquerer in Jesus name. Why God did I deserve your love these gifts I have I don't deserve your love you came to die for me and I hung you from a tree and now I see the light shine through you'll come to take me home with you this cup of grace is overflowed I could never give back what you sowed.
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