Glory To The King

Glory To The King short poem

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Worship and glorify Jesus
With Praises and songs
Praises to raise our voices
To worship and sing songs
To honor the Lord
Awesome and glorious
Beautiful and always the King
Of our Salvation who watches
Protecting the ones who look
Up to Jesus for comfort and help
Glory to the King, the God of our
Hope for salvation
Who one day will take us
Home to heaven forever and
All of eternity being with Jesus
King of heaven and of the earth
And throughout the universe
As well

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