Oh my long awaited Jesus
What grace that livens this sore soul
Morning glimpses of you carry
Me from fears and pains of old
Precious mercy, undeserving
my soul will ever sing your praise
Through each suffering, you're refining
molding beauty from old clay
Each new journey brings new glory
Each rough patch still prunes my praise
How could a canvas with out folly
Show your craftsmanship displayed
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