| HELP ME TO CONCEIVE |
| Oh my precious Jesus, help me to conceive; The total complete salvation, that you died to give to me; A life that's everlasting, the total liberty; From Satan and his angels, you've set this captive free. You blotted out the ordinances, and nailed them to the tree; You suffered and died upon the cross, for my iniquity; You bore the stripes upon your back, to bring healing unto me; By the power of your Spirit, you've revealed this mystery. Oh, the depth of your perfect love, help me to conceive; For to comprehend your perfect love, I know Lord, is the key; To unlock the power of your Spirit, which worketh mightily; In all those who come unto you, in all those who believe. Copyright 2001 D. Suzanne Collins |
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