Holly Jamestone

(Denver, CO U.S.A.)

In Your Name


How my heart has changed
To be just like you
Living In Your Name
You have seen me through

Now my heart has felt
What it means to love
Living in your grace
Shining from above

We are your children
I am your child
Knowing your presence
So calm and mild

How my heart has changed
To be just like you
Living in Your Name
You have seen me through

Now my heart has felt
What it means to love
Living in your grace
Shining from above

We are your children
I am your child
Knowing your presence
So calm and mild

We are your children
I am your child
Knowing your presence
So calm and mild

[a song to God]
(undated)
©2012 All Rights Reserved

Submitted: Wednesday, March 13, 2013
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