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Friday, February 4, 2011
To Make you Feel My Love
On days like today and seasons like we are walking through, I am glad I am married to a man that sings this song to me and means it...It is a good thing to be loved and to know it....Every good and perfect gift comes down from the Father.....he is my good and perfect gift.....that I do not deserve but I am so very grateful to have.
To Make You Feel My Love
When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love
When evening shadows and the stars appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you fell my love
I know you haven't made your mind up yet
And I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
There's not doubt in my mind where you belong
I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love
The storms are raging on a rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothin' like me yet
There and nothin' that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
Make you happy make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love
thank you for reading along with me.
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