Purge
Purge me Lord
Till there’s nothing left but you
To you I will remain true
No more vain pursuit
Oh sweet land of peace
How I long for thee
The place of total ease and release
Amazing grace
Upon the cross Jesus took my place
For every sin He did erase
Copyright © Yvonne Stine | Year Posted 2023
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