by Hillsong on album No Other Name
VERSE All these pieces Broken and shattered In mercy gathered Mended and whole Empty handed But not forsaken I've been set free I've been set free CHORUS Amazing grace How sweet the sound
by Sarah Reeves on album Broken Vessels (Amazing Grace)
BROKEN VESSELS All these pieces Broken and scattered In mercy gathered Mended and whole Empty handed But not forsaken I've been set free I've been set free Amazing grace How sweet the sound That sav
by Hillsong Kids on album Piano Lullabies (Vol. 2)
All these pieces Broken and scattered In mercy gathered Mended and whole Empty handed But not forsaken I have been set free I have been set free Amazing grace How sweet the sound That saved a wretch
by Maranatha! Music on album Top 50 Praise Songs 2016
menu Broken Vessels (Amazing Grace) Hillsong Worship Original Tradução All these pieces Broken and scattered In mercy gathered Mended and whole Empty handed But not forsaken I've been set free I
by Candiria on album Century Media X
CHAPTER ONE Check the vertical damages We'll wrap you up in bandages, for real My heart is made of flesh My tongue of steel irradicating the nervous system spinal cord retraction head lock we flowin'
by Black Market Militia on album Black Market Militia
Market, gotta relax, exoticness Yo this is it, history in the making Killah Priest, Tragedy, and Black Market William Booth, yo, Will, yo we gotta do this, son Hahaha, history in the making, y'all, ye
by Halcyon Way on album Building The Towers
(*Music: Jon; Lyrics: Jon & Steve) Slave to your pride ? not much to your shame* Your evidence of treason for years has been insane Once you set your hands to it, you could not be denied No long
by OG Hindu Kush on album In 3D
Only thing i got for bitches is hard cock and amnesia she blew for the white dot (blue with the white dot) like Bartholomew's sneakers your girl humpin my leg? now you cockblocking my femur yeah you s
by Jars Of Clay on album Miscellaneous
Rain, rain on my face Hasn't stopped raining for days My world is a flood Slowly I become one with the mud But if I can't swim after forty days And my mind is crushed by the crashing waves Lift me up
by Jars Of Clay on album Jars Of Clay
Jars Of Clay Jars Of Clay Four Seven We have this treasure in earthen vessels to show that this power is from God, and not from us
by Jars of Clay on album Jars of Clay Presents The Shelter
I wasted a rescue Abandoned the mission I've failed by my own hand And watched it all go wrong You said You could save me That I couldn't save myself You said that You loved me No matter what I've don
by Jars Of Clay on album Miscellaneous
Jars Of Clay Miscellaneous The Valley Song (Sing Of Your Mercy) You have led me to the sadness I have carried this pain On a back bruised and nearly broken I'm crying out to You Chorus: I will
by Jars Of Clay on album Jars Of Clay
Rain, rain on my face It hasn't stopped raining for days My world is a flood Slowly I become one with the mud But if I can't swim after forty days And my mind is crushed by the thrashing waves Lift m
by Jars of Clay on album Jars Of Clay
I'm the only one to blame for this Somehow it all adds up the same Soaring on the wings of selfish pride I flew too high and like Icarus I collide With a world I try so hard To leave behind To rid my
by Jars Of Clay on album Jars Of Clay
Don't try to reach me, if I'm already dead The pain when it grips me, for things that I've done Well, I try to make you proud, but for crying out loud Just give me a chance to hide away The exhaustion
by Jars of Clay on album Jars Of Clay
Dear God, surround me as I speak The bridges that I walk across are weak And my frustrations fill the void That I can't solely bear Dear God, don't let me fall apart You've held me close to You But I
by Jars Of Clay on album Jars Of Clay
Ha, ha, ha Four Marionett has your number Its pulling your arms and legs till you can't stand on your own Draggin' your conscience on the stage And your heart gets rearranged You cannot tell your men
by Jars Of Clay on album Jars Of Clay
Images on the sidewalk, speak of dream's descent Washed away by storms to graves, of cynical lament Dirty canvases, to call my own Protest limericks carved by the old pay phone In your picture book I