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"Bless me, bless me, Lord" they say
"Bless us, bless us, Lord" they pray.
"Bless my family, bless my spouse,
Bless my parents, bless my house."
"Give me money, Lord" they pray,
"Heal me, heal me, Lord today.
Where are you, my Lord of love
Have you vanished from above?"
Something's wrong with prayers like these,
Seems folks should be on their knees
Praising God for who He is
Loving Him because He lives.
He loves us greatly, you and me
He has such patience, for you see
To tolerate such selfish prayers
He truly is a God who cares.
The Lord I serve need not serve me
But I'll serve Him on bended knee.
I know He'll be there when I call
To save and help me when I fall.
Lord I pray my prayers be purer
My thoughts and motives to be truer
That when I stand before Your throne
You'll never, never me disown.
I'll worship You and honour You
On bended knee 'till day is through
I'll love and praise You 'round Your throne
Assured that You will take me home -
Safely home to dwell on high
Secure within Your arms I'll lie.
Blessed? Yes, blessed - with self-love gone -
I'll hear a Voice say "Child, well done."
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