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Lord, I Wan To Grow Old With Him

Lord, I Want To Grow Old With Him
Copyright (c) 2015 Ren Baer

Lord, I want to grow old with him,
That's why I bow my will to you,
I know you understand,
How much I love this man.

You joined us together years ago,
And fused us mind, body & soul,
I lay him down at your feet,
And I will take a seat.

Lord, I want to grow old with him,
That's why I bow my heart to you,
I know you understand,
How much I love this man.

Til death do us part,
Speak unto our heart,
As tears roll down my face,
Help us to endure this place.

Lord, I want to grow old with him,
That's why I bow my knees to you,
I know you understand,
How much I love this man.

You made the blind to see,
And the mute to speak,
You can raise the dead,
And make him walk, again.

Lord, I want to grow old with him,
That's why I bow my soul to you,
I know you understand,
How much I love this man.

Lord, I want to grow old with him,
That's why I bow my will to you,
I know you understand,
How much I love this man.

Copyright (c) 2015 Ren Baer


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