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Teksty: Jars of Clay. Who We Are Instead. Amazing Grace.


I grew this heart into a drifter
Never felt the roots i bare
Sold my sight, oh, brother, sister
For a mountain of fool?s gold, it?s gone
Only God knows, God knows where

Soul was restless for redemption
Feet were lookin' for a place to stand
Well, I ain?t got no life
And you know I ain?t got no money
Just the faith of an empty hand, empty hand

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Amazing grace, I feel you comin' up slowly now
Like the sun is risin', heat on my face
Oh, love that keeps on shinin', don?t let the shadow come
You know I gotta feel your healin' rays

Hitched a ride; I was a beggar
And I had murder on my hands
Needed water to rinse these stains
But only blood could remove what?s spillin'
And pardon me to blame

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Amazing grace, I feel you comin' up slowly now
Amazing grace, I feel you comin' up slowly now

Amazing grace, I feel you comin' up slowly now
Like the sun is risin', heat on my face
Oh love that keeps on shinin' don?t let the shadow come
You know I got to, yeah

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See, I gotta feel Your healin' rays
You know I gotta feel Your amazing grace