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Wonderful Mystery by Janet Martin © 2009 A victim of pride I slip and I slide And grasp to the things I can see Prone to sin, so wicked within Trusting for strength in me I repent and I cry yet His will I deny As I turn to my own stubborn will Then, back to my knees, He hears my pleas And tells me He loves me still Oh wonderful, wondrous mystery Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me Determined I rise with my face to the skies Today I will conquer the foe But the seed of sin is striving to win And fights me wherever I go I slip and I fall and forget to call To the One who holds my hand But I look all around at the fear on the ground In spite of His Presence grand Oh wonderful, wondrous mystery Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me I'm weak and I'm small I rise just to fall I'm foolish and forgetful too I think I'm so grand on my mountain of sand And then I remember You In my hour of shame I call on Your name And there You are yet again With love to forgive so that I may live I simply do not understand Oh wonderful, wondrous mystery Jesus loves me, Jesus loves me |
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