Seems that we must first be broken before we can be made whole.
Healed and forgiven
Look where my chains are now
Death has no hold on me
‘Cause Your grace holds that ground
And Your grace holds me now
What sweet words.
Seems that we must first be broken before we can be made whole.
Healed and forgiven
Look where my chains are now
Death has no hold on me
‘Cause Your grace holds that ground
And Your grace holds me now
What sweet words.