I could not catch my breath
I almost worked myself to death
Thinking I could earn Your Love
Be good enough
To get to heaven

I had to hope to celebrate
Beneath the weight
Of my own burden

But You came
And every day became a holiday
A mood became a holiday
And I was saved upon a sea of grace

(Repeat)

Losowe piosenki:
Ona Mi Je Rekla
I'm Still Standing
Poor Boy
As Long As I Have You
Shatterproof
Fever
Deep Dark Truthful Mirror
Son of Your Father
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