Grace Makes a Lady
With Blood Comes Cleansing
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A hand draws in the sand, no condemnation here is found
Where is the accuser now?
The pebbles of judgment fall to the ground
She puts back on her clothes and leaves
With tear soaked eyes she takes one look back
All she wants is love, she's given herself again
New life conceived in her womb, the donor runs away
To the world she's just a filthy whore
A risen savior looks with loving eyes
Come to me dear child I make all things new
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