Saving Grace ...even As I Bleed
With tattered wrists and shattered fists I raise my hands
to skies above. On bloody knees I bow before my Lord.
With tattered wrists and shattered fists I raise my hands
above. On bloody knees I pray. On bloody knees I bow
before my Lord. I pray... even as I bleed. Praise be to
you my God. Thanks given to you Jesus. For without
struggle there would be no progress. And without
nightfall the sun’s beauty’d be mundane. Glory to you my
merciful father. I love You. I’m humbled yet again.
