Dear God...

Who are we that you consider
And care for every day?
How do we deserve the child
Born in manger hay?
Why is man justified
And set free from his sin...
Embellished with a crown of gold
As Your "next of kin?"
Thy ways are unsearchable,
And I wish to obey
That Law of tender mercies
By which we can be saved.
Thank you Lord for liberty
Bequeathed on every soul;
As we receive Your precious LOVE
And GLORY long foretold!
~penned by lynn foust

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