I used to wander in search of a home There were those who showed a kind of grace But none compare to the love You showed On Your cross that can't be repaid You call me Your son In Your eyes, I'm not denied You call me Your son In Your eyes, I'm not denied Filthy hands pollute the heart Like lustful eyes corrupt the mind Body and soul must break apart Your righteousness is how I'm defined I'm not a slave to who I used to be A lonely man full of doubt and shame By Your blood, I have been made clean My heart cries out Your name You call me Your son In Your eyes, I'm not denied You call me Your son In Your eyes, I'm not denied
"Now the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain to which Jesus had directed them. And when they saw him they worshiped him, but some doubted. And Jesus came and said to them, “All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Go therefore and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in[a] the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, teaching them to observe all that I have commanded you. And behold, I am with you always, to the end of the age." (Matthew 28: 16-20)
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You call me Your son In Your eyes, I'm not denied You call me Your son In Your eyes, I'm not denied You call me Your son In Your eyes, I'm not denied You call me Your son In Your eyes, I'm not denied Swing wide Swing wideTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
