» Shunned At A Funeral - Ride Through The Fields

Текст песни

I don't deserve the honor
I don't earn the call
And music
I'm clay on the wheel
I don't shape it all
The potter could speak
And the mountains would move
He could shout the gospel straight into
The gloom.

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