Amazing Grace
Though sorrow and trails may come
Though my pain and slavery may not be undone
Yet will I still run
Walk on with the master
He will guide me on the journey of life
One day He will split the eastern skies
We shall behold his face
And there we shall stand and sing God’s Amazing Grace
Amazing grace He took our place
Do we truly seek his face?
O to taste the sweet sound of Amazing grace
To God be all the glory, power and praise
Copyright © Yvonne Stine | Year Posted 2023
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