The Beauty Of Grace

Tell me-why do you run? You say you're so ashamed. Bruised & broken. Thought if I figured out the mess you've made, that I'd leave. Anywhere you are is never too far away...there's freedom from your scars...the mistakes that you've made

F O R G I V E N

the memory's erased...baby that's the beauty of grace.

Tell me-what is love? I'll never hold you to the things you may have done. You say you want new life. In my arms, there's mercy.

So blow a kiss goodbye to all the pain you hide...

Anywhere you are is never too far away...there's freedom from your scars...

the memory's erased...baby that's the beauty of grace.