You and me were meant to be A little lower than the angels. And on this ground I have found, Finally found the reason: To sing glory, To sing glory. I long to walk hand in hand Down a golden road with Father, Where choirs of angels praise His name. I want to learn: To sing glory, To sing glory. And I can't find the words to say, Life gets in the way, Lord, You know my heart's desire. When it all comes down to who You are, words can not convey. When it all comes down to who You are, words get in the way. When it all comes down to who You are, words get in the way.مقدمة موسيقية These Hands تعليق 2 Что вы хвалите радость греха أحبك يارب يا قوتي Skala spásy nǐ yǒu méi yǒu ạ̹bṣạlyẗ ạlṣwrẗ Там на кресте стекала кровь и в муках умиравший Niech płonie ogień
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