God
My God
My Lord
My Love.
There will be a day.
With no more fear
No more pain
No more tears.
Run to you, Lord
I run to you.
You catch my tears
and fashion me a wreath
of love.
There will be a day.
Where I can see you face to face.
constantly searching for the tangible
Mixed by melodee at 7:12 PM
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