| Your F.L.C. (Forgiveness, Love, Comfort) | |||||||
| I come stumbling, I come crawling. To your loving arms. Slow feelings of comfort, Fills this weak body... This weak body of sin... You pour drops of forgiveness, Onto a desert dry heart. Slowly softens with each, Drop of love. Sins disappearing with each, Drop of blood. You forgave me, Now Im in love, In love with your mercy, and comfort. In love, |
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