This Is Paradise.

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You loved me first before I became aware of

who I am, where I am and what I am here for;

I was born lucky but I wandered away and,

got lost among the sheep, no, wolves on the inside,

yet you ignored my stubborness,

you regarded it all as foolishness,

with one loud roar, the wild wolves fled,

with one word, the ocean was divided,

for me to walk on dry ground to safety,

where safety is your protective wings,

Thank you Jesus Christ for saving a worthless sinner,

now in your presence, I must confess that this is pure paradise.

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