Beyond imagination
Is the infiltration
Of God's love for me.
The gift I treasure
Is love beyond measure
That God has for me.
The unseen hope
That helps me to cope
Is God's love for me.
Sometimes I wonder why
God's love doesn't die
When we are so disobedient.
I fall on my face
And I lay prostrate
To honor my God and King.
I have a strong desire
To be filled with the holy fire
Of living for Jesus.
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