I sit here and question why my God loves me
Though I have never done a good thing, or a righteous deed.
And though I'm rich, I claim that I'm poor,
Crying over earthly things I know I can't afford,
But He who died is greater than these,
I should be thankful, praying on my knees crying

Alpha and Omega
Prince of Peace
Oh my King of Kings
The Great I Am, Jehova Jireh
Who cares for me
The Holy One
The Holy Father of the blessed Trinity
All Consuming Fire burn in me.

Now I never claimed to be anymore than I am
Any more than I seem.
In fact I build myself so much less than I am
So much less than He sees.
So may I hold out with an open hand this frail life of mine
And pray that You can make it stand
Most holy God it's all I need to say that I'm thankful
That I can believe in

The Alpha and Omega
The Prince of Peace
Oh my King of Kings
The Great I Am
Jehovah Jireh who cares for me
The Holy One
The Holy Father of the blessed Trinity
All Consuming Fire burn in me

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