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Created on: December 22, 2009 Last Updated: April 23, 2011
Its grace of God that I can call him My Son
Only God can actually call him My son
For God redeemed him with the blood of Jesus
Just as God redeemed me with the blood of Jesus
But the grace of God has made him my son
Put in my care to nurture in the ways of God’s Son
We are both joint heirs with the Lord’s Son
The first born of all living and dead
As you grow I see myself in you
When I spank you I feel guilty
In all mannerisms you are the mirror that shows me
You show me where I need to improve
Though you think I am perfect and need not improve
The child shows the man
As the morning shows the day
You make me to see the grace and mercies of God
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