I seek You are my all in all Seeking You as a precious jewel Lord, to give up I'd be a fool You are my all in all Taking my sin, my cross, my shame
Tradução: Point of Grace. ¿Eres mi todo en todo.
You are the treasure that I seek You are my all in all Seeking You as a precious jewel Lord, to give up I'd be a fool You are my all in all Taking my
: Staring all alone And your grace and style Cut me to the bone With your razor blade smile I watched you playing pool It's all around the school that
from my oversight grew. Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for the saving of face. Now you're here, you may as well admire all
have seen children whose faces are wiser than time And you, my Marie, are most certainly one of that kind Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say I'll see you
you, my Marie, are most certainly one of this kind. Marie, Marie Flore, all the odds say I see you again By plan or by chance. But if not you'll be there
Part II: Requiem Of The Innocent] Mother can you hold me One more time again Whisper "I still love you? in my ear Mother did you lie Would you tell me
race You're an adventurer Nothing seem to scare you and if it does it won't dissuade you You just will not think about it You dismiss it and defocus
I understand my state. I know my sins are numberless. Iniquities are great. But You are adequate. I mean You adequate. To clean me from my nonsense. From
insecurity that liturgy which cruelly pointed out the difference between him and me I can't be bothered to explain how it all comes to this because all causes are
: Do you know where you're going to Do you like the things that life is showing you Where are you going to Do you know This goes out to my man his name
sickness engulfing my every being take the heart from you and the blood ceases from me i see what you hear breathe taking the closest thing to me and my
Ready for a feast, someone kill the beast Outside, streets are teeming, breathing heavy, Ready to explode, my brother's heavy load, What you reap is what you
release the handle that holds all the gates up, puncture the eyeballls, that seep all the muck up, read all the books and he people worth reading and
the river. Sudden call shouldn't take away the startled memory. All in all, the journey takes you all the way. As apart from any reality that you've
Althea told me, now cool down boy Settle back easy, Jim You may be Saturday's child all grown Moving with a pinch of grace You may be a clown in the