God without your Grace
I've tried, ! I'm tried. I'm tied lord In this jungle, I want see myself as that Oasis not two times but four could you make me in anyway just like Moses my sins are just growing like a blooming fur I will love you lord come to my rescue lack of water makes the willow fall lord I believe you understand my concern to be rescued.
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