| Passion | ||
| This passion deep within me
is hard to withold whenever I hear Your word, I know my soul is sold. To the greatest king in all the land that can turn a tear into a river a mountain into sand. I'm happy to have Him in my heart oh greatful, glorious king I want to lift my hands way up and raise my voice and sing. For nothing will change the way I feel No matter what you say, Jesus Christ is real. I will follow Him forever until the end of my days with hands lifted high and a voice that I will raise. |
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