My words won’t form.
They linger in my heart and cannot find their way to my lips,
To my finger tips.
The Light, the Grace
The sure knowledge that you will lift me higher than I can go
On my own.
And so in place of words
I offer back your gift to me, strength and grace and light
And undying love.
They linger in my heart and cannot find their way to my lips,
To my finger tips.
The Light, the Grace
The sure knowledge that you will lift me higher than I can go
On my own.
And so in place of words
I offer back your gift to me, strength and grace and light
And undying love.
May You take root in my soul
May I soar into the light and never stop growing
Until I feel the touch of Your hand on my face.
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