Jesus Christ, my Lord, my Savior,
How often do I come,
And offer up my feeble plea
For you to make right some wrong?
And how many times, dear Abba, my father
Do I bring like a child before you,
My heart, broken again, like some tattered old toy
To once more be made anew?
Even more so, do I run straight to you,
My Wonderful, Wise Counselor
And proudly display selfish wants and desires
Quite certain, them, you will assure?
So frequently, my Prince of perfect Peace,
Do you so patiently hear,
As I cry out in pain and shout in anger,
My mind in the grips of some fear?
Yet how seldom it is, though each tear is kept
In a bottle so none are lost,
That I humbly bow in sheer adoration
And Thank You for Calvary’s cross?
So today and always, that I never forget
Your love has paid my way,
I praise you for being Lord of Lords, King of Kings,
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