rain came down and washed the earth away,
water fell fast and beckoned my heart to pray
only You can love me despite myself,
make me glad and draw me to yourself
these dry bones call from the desert ground,
helpless, weary, and failure bound
Hope will rise on wings of grace,
flight beneath my good feet race
There is power in one righteous name,
Jesus' great love remains the same
courage fills my timid lungs,
with the Holy Spirit I speak in tongues
though my sins do taint my face,
and cover me with pitiful disgrace
Lord You call me to Your throne,
my eyes fall down to the unknown
then You hold me close and dear,
until grace takes over the unclear.
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