| Show Me Jesus |
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Show me Jesus and my worship Will come flowing, true and free. Let me see His loving image. I will gladly bend my knee! Show me Jesus! Lift Him higher! He deserves the highest praise. Show me Jesus! You will never Need to ask my hands to raise. In a world of constant pressure, Often, we forget our Guide. Keep His ways, His perfect model, Vibrant in our dimming eyes! This old world is full of trouble, Even as He said 'twould be. Show me Jesus ~ show me Jesus! 'Til I know He lives in me! On that day when, like the lightning, Glory fills the eastern sky - When we see the Heavens splitting, Gaze at Him with shielded eyes. No instruction will be needed. Every knee will find its place Bowed in humble adoration, Captured by His love and grace! That at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, of things in heaven, and things in earth, and things under the earth; And that every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father. Philip. 2:10-11 |
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