He loves me, He loves me not...
This is how Satan strives for your thoughts.
Deceiving, deceiving, and we're always believing;
yet Satan- He loves us not.
He loves me, he loves me not...
Should we even question this perilous mot?
For I know the truth, I know the way; yet how be-it that I tend to sway; when the devil convinces to bethought.
He loves me, He loves me...
Oh blessed Lord Almighty, Who loves me without thought.
When I was a fading flower, you pursued my tiring wrought.
I was gone before the flesh, like prey before a Lion,
But your Love endureth forever, Oh wonderful God of Zion.
He loves me, he loves you...
he makes our lives anew.
He is the beginning and the end;
the one upon which I shall depend.
For as long as I am an inhabitant of this earth,
I shall forever give Him praise for my new spiritual birth.
He loves me, He loves us all...
Even as the flowers leisurely fade in the fall,
I feel his warmth unpoignantly fill up my soul;
Like a new born baby with his mother on a stroll,
I have found the Lord, My God, even amidst all of this worlds demeaning droll...
He loves us.
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