You are the sweet rose I smell in the air. You rise me when I fall. You are my lifelong. Through you I can do anything and only through you. When I am weak, you give me strength. You forgive me when I do wrong and save me from evil. Lord you are my father, messiah, lord, lover, and my favorite thing in the world. I have nothing to give to the world except about your word and grace. You correct me when I think wrong. Your the face I see when I pray.

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