Grace
Grace
At end of day, man on his knees,
Cried out to God “Lord, help me please!
My sins are dark, that much is plain –
How can you pardon me again?”
And, like God’s kiss upon his face,
He heard “I am the God of grace”
Grace
At end of day, man on his knees,
Cried out to God “Lord, help me please!
My sins are dark, that much is plain –
How can you pardon me again?”
And, like God’s kiss upon his face,
He heard “I am the God of grace”
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