In the Tone Sins Forgiven Displaced-
In the tone
At home
Covered in Grace
In the space
This place
Common race
I run from my sins
Don't need a phone
While I'm alone
I just call my Lord
This place
His place
Future tense my space
Saved by His grace
I insist
I now resist
Common race
My sins now displaced
Sinner saved by grace
Just tryin to face
My Lord My God face in peace
5/11/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr © 2021
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