He is the sole creator of my life
He guides the balance of my every breath,
He gives before I ask, and gives again
An everlasting peace, beyond all death
He makes the mighty oceans crash and swell
And stirs the silent pulse that swells my heart
He gives each blessing new, and gives again
His love, in all degrees, in every part
He sees all paths, all footways and the roads
Where I am bound, and lost- still does He give,
Who shows the way, and ever gives again
The blessing of His son, that I might live.
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