You are the Great I Am,
that title is reserved only for You.
Your holiness that radiates around You
is an aura so wholesome and true.
O Lord, I am not worthy to be in Your presence -
I am but a lowly human.
You love me, I am your child
I will praise You all I can.
O Lord, let Your angels go and proclaim
that Jesus is on His way back to Earth.
Let the trumpet sound to call those
who have, by Your Grace, rebirth.
O Lord, once more I write -
I am sorry for every one of my sins big and small.
Thanks for loving me and picking me up
every time I took a fall.
Written by George Edward Noe
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