All Along
Troubles flow away in the blood of the Son And life breathed into us with his last breath We got over that hill when he climbed to Calvary He opened his arms - and we are embraced as never before Receive the blessings and give up that life Don't be fooled by the american dream Be real within - and destroy the demons Destroy the sin When He comes again, He'll call my name And I'll rise from under the dirt where you didn't see me I'll be wearing a white, cotton robe and suddenly - suddenly There I am Me. And you'll know that I was beautiful all along.
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