I feel the angels surround,
as they're looking down.
But I don't know what they
see, have they come here
to lead. Are they planting a
seed, or did they come here
to reap. Oh, Jesus speak
gently to me, as your words
I read. For I know it's your
will, that'll be. And your grace
that set me free.
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