Tim Be Told - Compose Me | Текст песни

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Clinging to the earth, hanging by a thread
Naked from my birth, nothing when I'm dead
Cut me down, I'm almost ready to fall into Your grace
I'm a mess, but You'll be steady if I land on my face

Compose me like a symphony, I will be Yours

Silence breaks me in, broken for so long
If I never sing again, my soul will be my song
Write me down into this story in pages of Your love
If I fail You suffered for me; This hope will be enough

Compose me like a symphony, I will be Yours

I feel it lift me up
This could be beautiful
I feel You lift me up

Compose me like a symphony, I will be Yours

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