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Wednesday, February 8, 2012

How HE Loves

he is jealous for me loves like a hurricane I am a tree bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy when all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory and I realized just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me and oh, how he loves us, oh oh how he loves us how he loves us all and he is jealous for me loves like a hurricane I am a tree bending beneath the weight of his wind and mercy when all of a sudden I am unaware of these afflictions eclipsed by glory and I realize just how beautiful you are and how great your affections are for me yeah he loves us oh how he loves us oh, how he loves us oh, how he loves and we are his portion and he is our prize drawn to redemption by the grace in his eyes if his grace is an ocean we're all sinkin' and heaven meets Earth like a sloppy wet kiss and my heart turns violently inside of my chest I don't have time to maintain these regrets when I think about the way he loves us, oh how he loves us all yeah he loves us oh how he loves us oh how he loves us oh how he loves yeah he loves us yeah he loves us oh how he loves us all

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