| My Lamb |
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Once, frightened and confused, My God I did fear; Thinking He couldn't love, Or so it appeared. With all my ugly sin, Ne'er could I surmise His Son would be transformed, Right before my eyes. He came, my Lamb, to know His love takes my place. Restoring such losses, He gives back with grace. Trading His life for mine, And loved as I am, I humbly bow - in awe To become His lamb. |
| © 2004 by Joyce C Lock |
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