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Your Warm Love

By Wil C. Fry, 1992.09.05

Copyright © 1992 by Wil C. Fry. All rights reserved.

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Your warm sunshine lights up my face
Your warm love shows Your lavished grace
You are too high to understand
The way You guide me with Your Hand
Do I hear Your voice in my ear?
Your Word speaks to me loud and clear
Asking for me to be a tool
A waiting engine without fuel
Weakened and weary I now call
Because I’m up against a wall
Go ahead, pierce my pretenses
It’s time to smash my defenses
With nothing between us I come
To Your power I now succumb
You said You’d take away the crud
My sins float on rivers of blood
Carry them now, carry them away
Free me again on this bright day
The way You guide me with Your hand
You are too high to understand
Your warm love shows Your lavished grace
Your warm sunshine lights up my face



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