People are asking me,
Why I'm so happy?
They know it's not my birthday,
Yet I have the happiest face.
They come and tell me,
''You're the nicest person I've ever met.''
They can't believe what's on me
Like I have inner mystery and secret.
When I walk down the road,
Friends are calling my name
Aloud as if they're proud
To have a friend like me.
They wonder where my secret lies.
I always say,
It's the love I find in JESUS.
And yes, the same love I share for people.
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