Who am I? That the eyes that see my sin Would look on me with love And watch me rise again. Who am I? That the voice that calmed the sea, Would call out through the rain, And calm the storm in me. Not because of who I am, But because of what you've done. Not because of what I've done, But because of who you are.
2 comments:
Those were great!
The end was very predictable and I found it completely uninteresting.
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