The sweetest arrow of thy grace
Lift my sorrow's deepening shadow
So that I may see your face
I know I will not be forsaken
Gently held in your embrace
Blessed spirit whispering softly
Cool the fires of my shame
Even as I run from your arms
My soul keeps calling out your name
You were always right here inside
Each tear of joy, every drop of rain
Holy Mary draw through my heart The sweetest arrow of thy grace Lift my sorrow's deepening shadow So that I may see your face I know I will not be forsaken Gently held in your embrace Blessed spirit whispering softly Cool the fires of my shame Even as I run from your arms My soul keeps calling out your name You were always right here inside Each tear of joy, every drop of rain Explain Request ×
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