Grace
10.12.2007
White clouds over head,
Blue water under feet.
Your true is my sweet bread
You are all what I need.
In my heart your glory Grace
And I know how much I’m sinful.
Not mine – your righteousness
Gives me hope so deep as dream.
Ley-le-ley-le-le-le-ley-le-ley... (2t)
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