With all the power of my being
I shall bless God’s holy name.
My soul, do not forget the gifts of God.
– –
God pardons all your iniquities,
redeems you from destruction,
crowns you with kindness and compassion.
God Heals all your sicknesses.
He will not chide you.
He does not deal with you
according to your sins.
God will not remember the sins
Because God is love.
– –
From morning’s first light
to evening’s last star,
always remember
how special you are
because God thinks of you.
–
Let your religion be less of a theory
and more of a love affair.
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