Jesus of the Saints

(Christopher Sturgell)

This song deserves the most respect out of any I've written thus far. Whether you're in the valley or on top of the world, always give Him praise. He's got your back, no matter what.

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Jesus of the Saints, sing along with my praise. I'll keep going until the end of my days, and I know you're always there even when I feel like I'm in a haze. Jesus of the Saints, sing along with my praise. Some people say that you aren't real, but I think they just can't feel, your presence overflowing. When I hear the words they speak I pity their not knowing. Jesus of the Saints, sing along with my praise. Save their souls, bring them peace, in hell let them never be. If at all I pray, it's that they see your face, Jesus of the Saints, let them see your face. Jesus of the Saints. It's you I praise, Jesus of the Saints. Jesus of the Saints, sing along with my XXXXXXX XXX XX XXXX XXXX XXX XXXX XXXX X XXXX X XXXX XXXXXX XX XXXX XXX XXX XXXXXXXXX XXX XXXXXX XXXXXX XX XXXX XXX XXXX XX XXXXX XXXXX XX XXX XXXXXXX XXXX XX XXXXX XXXXX XX XXX XXXXXXX XXXXX XX XXX XXXXXXX XXXX XXXXX XXXX XX XXXXXXX X XXXX XXXX XXX XXX XXXX XX XX XXXXX X XXXX XXXXXX XXXXX XXXXXX XX XXX XXXX XXXX XXX XXXX XXXXX XX XXX XXXXXXX XXXX XXXX XXX XXXX XXXXX XX XXX XXXXXXX