Grace Won

The Psalmist

Lord I cry to you heal this cold
Coughing and wheezing are growing old
How I need rest from the breathing woes
Pour your grace on me

Lord I plead with you help me sleep
Settle my mind in slumber deep
Help me to find that place of peace
Pour your grace on me

Whatever comes my way
Wherever you may lead
Pour your grace over me
Whenever health returns
However this day be
Pour your grace over me

Lord I beg of you touch my life
Keep me close to you through this night
May I always lift your name high
Pour your grace on me

Then when the morning comes
When this long night is done
I’ll lift your name
I’ll give you praise
For through it all grace won

Whatever comes my way
Wherever you may lead
Pour your grace over me
Whenever health returns
However this…

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