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Grace

Michael W. Smith

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

Composição: John Head, Sue Mitchell-wallace





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