lost and then found
A Constant Searching For The Truth.
For you I walk this hill Jesus.
To seek you in the glory of the faith.
Single and frustration is the song.
But carry me before the tabernacles in my heart.
I sing the victory is yours
I sing the savior has his golden chords.
The revelation has produced.
A constant reaching out for truth.
And I free these new beginnings for the lord.
I sing the victory is yours.
I sing the savior has the golden chords.
The revelation has produced.
A constant searching for the truth.
And I see these new beginnings inter in.
The revelations have to begin.
And I cry for death is around the corner.
Waiting to get in.
Our prayers stay deaths hand.
And his mercy makes the Man.
Not the fear and certainty.
For the will Of God is real.
Holy is the reason for.
The realization is before.
I walk on solid ground and see.
Higher understanding of the seasons we receive.
In the winter I'm in fear.
Solid hearts hardened my dear.
Solid tidings in there truths.
Beside the valley of the servants struggle inside faith
I sing the victory is yours.
I sing the savior has the golden chords.
The revelation has produced.
A constant searching for the truth.
To seek you in the glory of the faith.
Single and frustration is the song.
But carry me before the tabernacles in my heart.
I sing the victory is yours
I sing the savior has his golden chords.
The revelation has produced.
A constant reaching out for truth.
And I free these new beginnings for the lord.
I sing the victory is yours.
I sing the savior has the golden chords.
The revelation has produced.
A constant searching for the truth.
And I see these new beginnings inter in.
The revelations have to begin.
And I cry for death is around the corner.
Waiting to get in.
Our prayers stay deaths hand.
And his mercy makes the Man.
Not the fear and certainty.
For the will Of God is real.
Holy is the reason for.
The realization is before.
I walk on solid ground and see.
Higher understanding of the seasons we receive.
In the winter I'm in fear.
Solid hearts hardened my dear.
Solid tidings in there truths.
Beside the valley of the servants struggle inside faith
I sing the victory is yours.
I sing the savior has the golden chords.
The revelation has produced.
A constant searching for the truth.
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A Constant Searching For The Truth.
A Constant Searching For The Truth.
