I love you, my Lord,
and, when I think about you descending to be the Word,
I get chills as I feel your Spirit touch my heart just like a Holy bird… like unto a dove.
There are times, when I don’t feel I’ve done enough to deserve your love…
to deserve healing from above.
But, when I look back,
I see the oppressor never won a single attack,
Evening though you don’t need glasses to see all that I lack.
Taking care of sin is just your knack,
and that’s a fact.
You are my Hallelujah!
You are my AMEN!
I will have no problem getting through to ya,
because no one, no, no one stands between me and my God.