As I sit n my shame and guilt, as i cry from this enduring pain, and anguish is the nearer feeling. It's your powerful beauty that captures me and saves. Your love is all I need to breath, to love, to live.
Shout with the voice of triumph if you've been saved,
Shout with the voice of triumph if you've been redeemed by the powerful Almighty. My Lord, my God, all I need is your beauty.
Today I sing with a joy and a shout. My Lord has pulled me by my hand from the depth of the enemies home. When all I knew was hurt, and when anger was my closest dependent, the powerful Father, my 1 Lord conquered all with his matchless beauty.
The beauty that saves, our guiding light, the Creator, is our Father. The 1 who split the Red Sea, and rose from the dead is our King, the awestruck beauty. The beauty that saves.
Darkness lingers all around me. Tunnel vision clouds everything. I look up and realize, there's still a fire that burns greatly for your presence. You're the Beauty of my life. The Beauty that saves...
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