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| Once this old body was broken and torn, What brains that weren't damaged were tired and worn. Jesus looked down and took Hid beautiful hand; With His healing, now healthy and happy I stand. Miracles, miracles I am one of Jesus' miracles! Oh, happy am I, that wonderful day The Lord tool over and had His way. I had trusted my Lord as much as I humanly could; In due season I reaped the harvest, Like He promised I would Miracles, miracles I am one of Jesus' miracles! There will be people to say I wasn't really sick But that is Satan, with his bag full of tricks. I know and God knows, that's all that counts. I've been blessed with healing, His love has no bounds. Miracles, miracles, I am one of Jesus' miracles! I could go on and on with gladness and praise I actually feel like from the dead I've been raised. My heart is just bursting with His love and joy; I give Him all the credit and my love evermore. Miracles , miracles I am one of Jesus' miracles |
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| " I'm One of Jesus' Miracles " |
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| GUEST BOOK |
| the corkboard I used to make the other graphics with is courtesy of Pixal Art by Joyce |
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