You held out Your arms, I walked away Insolent I spurned Your face Squandering the gifts You gave to me Holding close forbidden things Destitute a rebel still, a fool in all my pride The world I once enjoyed is death to me No joy, no hope, no life
Where now are the friends, that I had bought Gone with every penny lost What hope could there be for such as I Sold out to a world of lies Oh, to see Your face again, it seems so distant now Could it be that You would take me back A servant in Your house
You held out Your arms, I see them still You never left, You never will Running to embrace me, now I know Your cords of love will always hold Mercy’s robe, a ring of grace Such favor undeserved You sing over me and celebrate The rebel now Your child Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa. |
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