Come Wash Over Me
David Ruis
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When I?m all but drowning and I?m treading on my own.
I cry a silent prayer that comes out of me, it?s a mystery.
Come wash over me, wash over me till I can?t take any more.
And I dream that my voice is heard in the secret place
Where I bear my face
Come wash over me, wash over me
till I can?t take anymore
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