Grace کے بول

sooner or later well the scaring on my soul won't let me be the skies are clear and the sun it settles down still I struggle on, try to sing a happy song heavy spirit its ready to receive, the darkness blinds my eyes shallow smiles yet my eyes do not deceive this weight that drags me deep, some secrets I cannot keep constellations tell me I'm just fine shades of dignity they shield me from the saving light stars of sympathy now that I don't deserve what kind of dignity is this? Grace bleeds for me Grace redeems me Grace praises me Grace sheilds me and I need Her to carry me home sugar coated pretty little words don't change a thing my success is viewed only by my pride still I find no peace, this way gives no relief twisted reasons why everything occurred stuck in a season - this winter night it feels so long going no where but I'm getting there real fast what kind of dignity is this? Grace bleeds for me Grace redeems me Grace praises me Grace sheilds me and I need Her to carry me home Grace redeems even me Would You carry me home Safe in your arms Would You carry me home Into my father's house Would You carry, would you carry me home