Flying in the time
Age made me wise
My broken soul
Is healed by His hand
My silent song 
Was heard by His Son

Rain broke through
The roof of my mind
My wet hair in my face
Covers such sad eyes
 
A Spirit chased me

My broken soul
Is healed by Your hand
My silent song 
Was heard by Your Son
My lonely soul 
Is reaching out for Your hand
My closing eyes 
Behold the scars in Your hand
My hopeful mind
Embraces a holy death

My closing song 
Is rythmed by Your Son

This Time Around

This Is My Soul

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This Is My Soul

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