God's praises
in the songbird's trills.
His Graces
in my soul He fills.
The warm sun,
on my shoulders.
My sins, the Son,
carried like boulders.
Sunday morning meditation,
Sunday morning reconciliation.
in the songbird's trills.
His Graces
in my soul He fills.
The warm sun,
on my shoulders.
My sins, the Son,
carried like boulders.
Sunday morning meditation,
Sunday morning reconciliation.
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