Lord, set my soul free by your blood-rite
So shame won’t drown me in a mud-fight
Your loss as my gain
Dissolves all my pain
And plants me to grow like a bud — right?
Lord, set my soul free by your blood-rite
So shame won’t drown me in a mud-fight
Your loss as my gain
Dissolves all my pain
And plants me to grow like a bud — right?