MY DESIRE

I love my precious Jesus
With mind, body and soul;
He set my captive spirit free -
And made my sickness whole.

But my reason is far greater
Than these things which I have said
'twas because my Saviour loved me -
When I was sick and dead.

For it was not I that loved Him
With a love so full and free,
But that on the Tree of Calvary -
My Saviour first loved me.

So as I love my precious Jesus
All the more I'm satisfied;
And in you all I desire to know -
Is Christ, Him crucified.

1 Corinthians 2:2

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