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Around The Throne

I long to bow down at the throne,

To seek the God who I call my own,

To praise,

To love,

To worship Him,

All my appreciation and love,

To give,

To Him,

Who made me and all I will ever see,

To Him who sent His Son to be hung on a tree,

I fall before the throne.

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