My dearest Lord of lords,
O how I love thee,
You beared the cross,
Climbed the tree.
O how my Father stays with me,
When the apple I chose to eat,
And even when I was deep in sin,
You still allowed me to bow at your feet.
For I am not worthy,
Like dirty rags tossed aside,
Yet, You continue to love me,
And in my heart You reside.
All I can give You,
Is all of me,
For You gave me your all,
When Jesus died at Calvary.
I pray I remember,
The love I have for You,
May I never forget,
All that You do.
