Your grace from above Decended from heaven on the wings of a dove To You I impart this tarted and worn heart Your light that shines so bright In the deepest darkest night Has come to a world that could not understand You were not simply a man To You I impart this tarted and worn heart Oh God, forgive us of our ways We mock and ridicule you even on this day We try to understand that it really was your plan To give us this spotless lamb To You I impart this tarted and worn heart No matter what I do Your love for me always shines through Your grace from above Decened from heaven on the wings of love To You I impart this tarted and worn heart By fredjones © 2001 fredjones (All rights reserved)Birth sign: Scorpio
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