My Lord Jesus Christ
When I think of you I think
Of abundant grace.
Grace we don’t deserve
But grace we get through the blood
You shed with no haste.
Oh how I love you
Your word cuts and hurts our flesh
It kills sinful waste.
I want your presence
Please don’t remove your spirit
My flesh is dead waste.
Please mold me, prune me
To what you want me to be
You image, your face.
I need your love God
In this time more than ever
To complete this race.
Oh my Jesus Christ
When I think of you I think
Of abundant grace.
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