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Grace
Every time I bow before the Lord
I look into the face of Jesus,
I see His suffering for my reward
when I look into the face of Love.
I see the scars that were left by the thorns
when I behold the face of Truth,
I give thanks I’ve been reborn
when I see the face of the Lord.
I’ve found the way to eternal life
when I look into the face of my Redeemer,
I’ve found victory over strife
when I see the face of The Prince of Peace.
I’ve found love from a God so kind
when I see the scars of my Faithful Friend,
He said, I would not be left behind
because Grace my God did send.
JRS © 5-11-01
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