Song of Grace
This Beautiful Mess
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Your grace is the flood that crashes to my shore
Gets rid of the mud makes me go back for a lot more
In the black of the night when all I have is yours
You hold me up to the light and there's no hiding anymore
Your grace is the waves that pound against my door
Washing me away further than I've ever been before
Under your very eyes where all is falling short
You hang me out to dry and there's no escaping the galore
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You will find me as soon as I will look for you
You will take me as far as I will follow you