.:: .:.: :. You mean the world to God .: .:: :..

:.. He says He loves you more than anything & you mean the world to Him .:.:

.::. He'd do anything for you and He died on the cross to prove it :. .::


..:: When I was 6 years old, my sister told me a story about the lost sheep .::.

.: God had a hundred sheep in His flock ::.

.:.. At the end of the day, when He has brought them home, He would count them to make sure they were all there .::

.:.: One day, He found that there was only ninety-nine and it was already getting late .:

..: Nevertheless, He left the ninety-nine to look for that one which was lost .::.

..::. He searched until it was dark and finally, He heard its cries coming from the valley :..

.:.. He went towards it and found the little lamb wounded and hungry .::.

::. He moved away the rocks and carried it in His arms .:..

.: He embraced it as He said, " I will never give up until I find you. " ..:.: :..


.:: ..: ::. God has only one craving, one dream, one desire - that is you ..: ::.

Tuesday, July 05, 2005

Thank You Jesus for making me ME~!

The Butterfly Song


C
If I were a butterfly,
F F7
I'd thank You Lord for giving me wings.
C
If I were a robin in a tree,
G G7
I'd thank You Lord that I could sing.
C
If I were a fish in the sea,
F
I'd wiggle my tail and I'd giggle with glee,
C F G C
But I just thank You Father for making me, me.

F G C
For you gave me a heart and you gave me a smile,
F
You gave me Jesus and you made me your child,
C F G C
And I just thank you Father for making me, me.

If I were an elephant
I'd thank you Lord, by raising my trunk.
If I were a kangaroo,
You know I'd hop right up to you.
If I were an octopus,
I'd thank you Lord for my fine looks.
But I just thank you Father for making me, me.

If I were a wiggly worm,
I'd thank you Lord that I could squirm.
If I were a fuzzy, wuzzy bear,
I'd thank you Lord for my fuzzy, wuzzy hair.
If I were a crocodile,
I'd thank you Lord for my great smile.
But I just thank you Lord for making me, me


* tRUST & OBey the LORD *

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