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| Oh The Word Of My Lord |
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| Oh the word of my Lord |
| Deep within my being, |
| Oh the word of my Lord |
| You have filled my mind |
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| Before I formed you in the womb, |
| I knew you through and through, |
| I chose you to be mine. |
| Before you left your mother’s side |
| I called to you, my child, |
| To be my sign. |
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| And ev’rywhere you are to go |
| My hand will follow you; |
| You will not be alone. |
| In all the danger that you fear |
| You’ll find me very near, |
| Your words my own. |
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| With all my strength you will be filled |
| You will destory and build |
| For that is my design |
| You will create and overthrow |
| Reap harvests I will sow |
| Your word is mine. |
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