You paid for our sicknesses at the cross We thank you for the forty stripes you bore We are healed because of Your ultimate sacrifice
A is for the Auntie who will come to tea B is for the Bed that won’t release me C is for the Car – we do need
When you’re in no man’s land You must wait patiently You want to see the manifestation Having the promises, the rehma word But still more
Expect the unexpected Sounds strange… Be still and know that I am God I must come to an end of myself Sacrificing my Isaac And
Infirmières, Infirmiers Réalisant tâches ingrates Toujours là pour nous Courant de gauche à droite Un gentil mot pour nous encourager Toujours un sourire aux lèvres
Eternity spans from Alpha to Omega The Lord is in it all Walking throughout our past and present Healing us of all our wounds Seeing
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