Your wings are
Like blankets
On winter nights
On winter nights
Your grace gives
Songs to sing
My "widows mite"
My "widows mite"
Night skies of candles are lit in Your name
Each filled with songs of Your love in the flame
Yet the sound of Your song could shake the UNIVERSE
The sound of Your song
Your water
Has found me
In desert times
In desert times
Your crimson
Hands washed me
Of all my crimes
Of all my crimes
Halle, Hallelujah
This is, this is why I was made
And the sound of Your song WILL shake.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
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