I want to sing a love-song, a love-song for you, and only for you.
No words are perfect enough to depict the indescribable beauty of your creation
and your magnificent acts of faithfulness.
I stand amazed before you
For I can only marvel at your greatness and worship your abounding love.
Thorns you wore, blood your shed
To mend a broken soul.
You, only you.
If you will,
The blind may see and the lame may walk.
A terrified heart you comforted,
An empty life you filled with joy.
Freedom from bondage we claim because our ransom you paid.
Willingly you gave up your throne for us to believe in a tomorrow.
Not a thousand thank you is ever sufficient for me
to tell how thankful I am,
to be your child.
Love.
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