Grace From Above
The day starts a new, and my expectations rise
yet to my surprise I often ponder my demise.
Why is this? You say; but the answer my friend has hidden it's face
All I can do Is give God praise.
For Grace he given me which I deserve none of. Yet this grace was a gift;
yes FREE Straight From Above
yet to my surprise I often ponder my demise.
Why is this? You say; but the answer my friend has hidden it's face
All I can do Is give God praise.
For Grace he given me which I deserve none of. Yet this grace was a gift;
yes FREE Straight From Above
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