Satan’s ploy to steal our joy, eventually what sweet endure
Your pretty eyes, your lovely smile
Has broken ice, has made me rise
January I had worries, eventually I sang praises
My heart is filled, with Jesus joy
Which once was cold, there too much load
I heard you cry, I carried you
Oh Lord my God, you’re beautiful
Your fathers love, undying love
Thank God above, what great support
Ivana, you bring manna
You are the Lord’s, those are His words
Waited a while, what precious child
You’re not a guise, our little child
Tender and mild, pretty and wise
Our love to you will never cease
This love we have will never freeze
Will never weed, this we believe
Great words to you, we’ll surely speak
These words of love, we’ll clearly pick
My tears and years, I cannot speak
My weakness, now happiness.
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