Saturday, May 12, 2012

Not my will but thy will be done




 
A uncertain wind blows in my face
Whispering words into my ear
Numbness grips my soul
My heart breaks

The sun settles down
over the mountains signals the end
Abba, Father will you come back
Take this cup from me

The flowers inside have all died
my tears are unending
The world seem never will heal
But not my will, but thy will be done.

My hands pierced with nails
In lays a heart soft enough to pardon
Shattered broken and betrayed
My soul departs leaving a empty grave

Now the father you and I are one
See my glory in in your face
As I live in you Through the Holy Ghost
with mercy and saveing grace

Ooo ooo mercy and saving grace
ooo ooo ooo mercy and saving grace

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