My Savior

Born from a virgin and in a manger

before this time, He was just a stranger.


Just a name that I would call out in distress

but now I thank Him for all that I've been blessed.


From the shoes on my feet

to the air that I breathe.


I pray each day that every word I speak

to be what He has teached.


Before this time, I had my future figured out, 

but now, living for my King is what it's been about.


My Savior is my king

It is through Him that I can do all things.


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