Thank you Lord

I remember those days
When I needed Your grace
And You showed to me
How good You are to me

I remember those years
It was filled with tears
But You showed to me
How Your presence is with me

Thank You Lord
I just want to
Thank You Lord
For You are faithful
For You are beautiful
Thank You Lord

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