quinta-feira, junho 10, 2010

Grace - Michael W. Smith


Grace

I was lost when you found me here

You pulled me close and held me near

And I'm a fool but still you lobe

I'll be a fool for the king of love

You gave me wings so I could fly

Gave me a song to color the sky

And all I have is all from you

And all I want is all of you

It's grace, grace

I'm nothing without you

Grace, your grace, shines on me

And there've been days when I've walked away

Too much to carry, nothing left to say

Forgive me, Lord, when I'm weak and lost

You traded heaven for a wooden cross

And all these years you've carried me

You've been my eyes when I could not see

And beauty grows in the driving rain

Your oil of gladness in the times of pain

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