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Wednesday, November 28, 2007
Grace is your reward
I am stuck on Grace, I can't get it out of my heart, my head or my creative ideas. I am going to do some sort of series maybe. And here it begins. I can not live without grace. Grace has changed my life. His grace is enough. His grace is my reward.
Bono from U2 wrote a song about Grace. Read it through Christian eyes & wow - what a song -blessings are falling around you - night light
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Grace, she takes the blame She covers the shame Removes the stain It could be her name
Grace... It's a name for a girl It's also a thought that, changed the world And when she walks on the street You can hear the strings Grace finds goodness in everything
Grace, she's got the walk Not on a ramp or on chalk She's got the time to talk She travels outside of karma, karma She travels outside... of karma
When she goes to work, you can hear the strings Grace finds beauty in everything
Grace... She carries a world on her hips No champagne flute for her lips No twirls or skips between her fingertips She carries a pearl in perfect condition
What once was hurt What once was friction What left a mark No longer stings... Because Grace makes beauty Out of ugly things
2 comments:
Good thing Grace is my middle name. :)
Love you, Lois! Glad I get to read your posts again.
Bono from U2 wrote a song about Grace. Read it through Christian eyes & wow - what a song -blessings are falling around you - night light
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Grace, she takes the blame
She covers the shame
Removes the stain
It could be her name
Grace...
It's a name for a girl
It's also a thought that, changed the world
And when she walks on the street
You can hear the strings
Grace finds goodness in everything
Grace, she's got the walk
Not on a ramp or on chalk
She's got the time to talk
She travels outside of karma, karma
She travels outside... of karma
When she goes to work, you can hear the strings
Grace finds beauty in everything
Grace...
She carries a world on her hips
No champagne flute for her lips
No twirls or skips between her fingertips
She carries a pearl in perfect condition
What once was hurt
What once was friction
What left a mark
No longer stings...
Because Grace makes beauty
Out of ugly things
Grace finds beauty in everything
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