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I'll Write a Song




I'll write a song
A song of praise
A song of freedom
A song of victory
But nothing can compare to the awesome
rhythm to which my heart beats
For every moment, my heart beats to the
rhythm of Your Name
I fall in awe at the sight of Your face
I can write my heart's desire but everything
dulls in comparison to the reason of song
Your sacrifice, Your intoxicating love, Your
beautiful presence, the hope of Your promise
I am left speechless

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