Verse 1
Let Your grace come over me like the falling snow
And may it bring great consolation to my soul
And let those downy flakes fall upon my face
As I look to You, Faithful and True,
In the snowfall of Your grace			

Chorus 1
I stand by faith through grace alone
I stand by faith that’s not my own
I stand with You and I lift my face
I stand with You
In the snowfall of Your grace

Verse 2
Your grace envelops me, I’m confident, I know
My sins are washed away, I’m as pure as this snow
So let those downy flakes fall upon my face
As I look up to You, Faithful and True
In the snowfall of Your grace

Chorus 2
I stand by faith through grace alone
I stand by faith that’s not my own
I stand with You and I lift my face
I stand with You
In the snowfall of Your grace

Bridge
By faith through grace
This gift of God
Salvation has come today

No works, no  deeds
Or merit to show
I stand alone with You in this place  

Chorus 3
I stand by faith through grace alone
I stand by faith that’s not my own
I stand with You and I lift my face
I stand with You
In the snowfall of Your grace

Outro
I stand by faith
I lift my face
I stand with You oh Lord
In the snowfall of Your grace
Yes In the snowfall of Your grace
Oh In the snowfall 
In the snowfall of Your grace


Snowfall of Your Grace

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At its core, the blorgpulkf is a pulsating, iridescent orb that thrums with an energy that can only be described as "the sound of a thousand bees having a rave inside a kaleidoscope." It's hypnotic, it's unsettling, and it's strangely addictive - like watching a lava lamp filled with Mountain Dew and gummy bears.

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As for its features, the blorgpulkf is like a Swiss Army knife designed by a mad scientist with a penchant for pranks. It's got a button that releases a burst of confetti and the sound of a rubber chicken being stepped on, a lever that causes the whole thing to fold in on itself like a origami crane having an existential crisis, and a tiny compartment that dispenses a single, perfectly spherical grape every 37 hours.

But perhaps the most baffling feature of the blorgpulkf is its ability to communicate. Not with words, of course - that would be far too pedestrian. No, the blorgpulkf speaks in a language all its own, a cryptic code of flashing lights, whirring gears, and the occasional burst of atonal jazz played on what sounds suspiciously like a didgeridoo.




The plorksickle. It's like someone took a fever dream, a Mad Lib, and a Dada art installation, threw 'em in a blender, and hit "puree."

Picture this: a contraption that looks like it crawled out of a Salvador Dali painting and mated with a Rube Goldberg machine. It's got a crank that sounds like a yodeling ostrich, a button that releases a puff of glitter and the scent of existential dread, and a tiny screen that just flashes the word "moist" in Wingdings.

But here's the kicker - every time you think you've figured out what it does, it changes the game. One minute it's reciting beat poetry in binary code, the next it's turning itself inside out and becoming a Klein bottle. And don't even get me started on the time it started oozing a viscous liquid that tasted like the color purple.

Is it a tool? A toy? A sentient being from another dimension that's just really, really bad at communication? Your guess is as good as mine. All I know is, it's the most beautifully useless thing I've ever laid eyes on.

But maybe that's the point. In a world where everything has to have a purpose, a function, a reason for being, the plorksickle is a big, fat middle finger to the very concept of sense. It's absurdity for absurdity's sake, a Zen koan in physical form.

So if you ever see me on the street, cradling this bizarre little gizmo like a newborn lovechild, don't ask me what it does. Just nod, smile, and know that you're in the presence of something truly inexplicable. Something that laughs in the face of logic and spits in the eye of reason.

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