this peace I found in a foreign place
that brings my heart
to seek his face
I can not help but take this grace
because he placed it on
my heart
and all the things that I once feared
they are but trifles through the years
for he but stilled my
bitter tears
I cannot see them anymore
my eyes are fixed on something more
that gives strength
when I am frail
and makes me rich though I
am poor.
and brings me hope on
which to sail.
this joy I found in a far off land
and guided me by nail pierced hand
shown me how great is this love I have
I cannot speak of and not cry
because it saved a wretch like I
and all the prayers they brought me home
and carried me to golden throne
And all this time I was not alone
it was his love that brought me there,
back to the place from where I roamed.

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