LORD, HELP ME COUNT MY BLESSINGS

Lord, help me count my blessings
Instead of all the things I've lost,
For to know that I will dwell with You
Is truly worth the cost.

Remind me of the price You paid
When You gave Your life for me,
So that I could have eternal life
And from sin and pain be free.

Let me not forget, my Lord,
Your suffering and Your pain,
For by Your stripes I have been healed,
And I've been made whole again.

I want to constantly remember, Lord
The blood You shed that day,
For by that blood I've been made clean
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All guilt and shame were washed away.

Remind me that You rose again
To be at Your Father's side,
And that one day soon You will return
When You come to claim Your bride.

 Yes, let me count my blessings, Lord,
And forget about my pain,
For one day soon I'll be transformed
On that day You come again.

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