the voices of a million angels
could not express my gratitude
all that i am and ever hope to be
i owe it all to thee
just let me live my life
let it be pleasing lord to thee
and if i gain any praise
let it go to calvary
with his blood he has saved me
with his pow'r he has raised me
to God be the glory
for the things he has done
the words, once just impressively poetic, have become personal over the years. as the choir sings it on sunday i will weave my life into the music i play for them. this song should be renamed, my offering.
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