We’re all small, and weak but He’s so big and strong. So when we need a helping hand, we should go to him, God, the one and only who saved us from ourselves. We owe Him our lives, because if it wasn’t for Him, we wouldn’t be alive.
I’m scrawny and tired, You’re strong and able
You’re everything perfect, I’m flawed and frail
I hold a grudge while you forgive and forget
I seek out revenge while you say “Just leave it”
When I fall hard, you’re there to catch me
And because you died, I can always run free
So here’s a little thank you to You up there
Because if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t be here
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