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Created on: November 26, 2007
Remember Me this Christmas
When you are sitting warm and free
Remember Me this Christmas
And how I made the world to be
I called your name and gave you gifts
And how I walked the shores of Galilee
Many days I thought of you
And the day I d bring you home
But first I had a job to do
And had to do it all alone
A plan was made before the world
To save you from the enemy
Who had you in his hand
Remember now the virgin birth
Impossible to man
A baby in a manger bed
Protected by the Father and a mighty angel band
It was Me, I was coming following God's plan
All for you I came on down
To bring you up on high
Remember Me at Christmas time
And the blood that I have shed
And ask the question why
"I'm not important, am I Lord?"
"I died for you", He said.
My love goes out to find you
To help you every day
Remember how I died at Calvary
On a cross for doing right
Remember Me this Christmas time
Not just about My birth
How I healed the sick and lame
And gave the blind their sight
Eternal life My greatest gift
It's the package in My hand
You must believe I rose on high
After three days in the grave
And call on Me for life so that I can save
I save you from the enemy
The works have all been done
All the blessings ever dreamed
You'll find them in the Son.
Remember Me this Christmas
And all My work on Earth
Reach out and take your gift of life
And I will be the Bridegroom
And you can be My wife.
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