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To Know, Know, Know Him. {song}


To know, know, know Him,
Is to love, love, love Him,
Just to walk His way,
In His will, to stay,
Yes. to know, know, know Him,
Is to love, love, love Him,
And I do, yes I do, do you?

When He died for me,
On that cruel tree,
He endured such agony
Just so He could set me free,
He rose again triumphantly
And He lives in Heav'n eternally,
He wants you and me there too.

Why can't men see
How vast His love be?
Some day He'll return
To take His own to Glory.

To know, really know Him,
Is to love, truly love Him
Live for Him each day,
In His will, obey,
Yes to know, know, know Him,
Is to love, love, love Him
And I know, He loves you too.

                                                                                                  Colin Ross

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Colin Ross said…
To the tune of -https://youtu.be/YC4Mr2Ywigw
Colin Ross said…
or https://youtu.be/6RYm7os_1oM

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