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 My Lord
I give my life to You Lord
I’m just putty in Your hands,
Won’t You mold me Lord and
shape me to Your plans?
I bow down to You Lord
I seek Your Holy will,
Because You saved me Lord
by the cross on Calvary’s hill.
Yes, You took my sins with You Lord
You took them to the grave,
You left them dead and buried Lord
when new life to me You gave.
Now I carry my cross for You Lord
I’ll carry it till I die,
Because You bought me with Your precious blood
that’s why tears of happiness You see me cry.
JRS © 12-17-00
The "Okie" Poet
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