Friday, December 19, 2008
You Are Far Too Precious To Me
I wept for a friend,
I wept for a stranger,
I wept so hard my tears were blood.
I rejoice for my child,
I rejoice for my people,
I rejoice with the voice of a thousand angels.
I sing songs of deliverance all the day long,
Drawing your hearts closer to me.
I never do weary, I never do sleep,
You are far too precious to me.
YOU are far too precious to me.
Early in the morning, Jesus stood on the shore, but the disciples did not realize that it was Jesus. ~John 21:4
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