I was but a little lost sheep,
who laid down by the river to sleep.
My Shepherd walked across the water,
to rescue me for keeps.
He picked me up when I faltered
and washed my sins away.
He made me white as snow,
with the blood he freely gave.
He is more precious than gold,
for he died on the cross for my salvation,
so that I may bow before God in humble adoration.

Alesia Leach

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