Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now am found
Was blind, but now I see.
It was Grace that taught my heart to fear
And Grace, my fears relieved
How precious did that Grace appear
The hour I first believed.
Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound
That saved a wretch like me
Save me again, this time around
You taught me to believe.
Amazing Grace, where did you go?
You saved a wretch like me
After you’ve gone, I’ve been alone
My Grace a memory.
Amazing Grace, how sad the sound
The sound of memories
I once believed, until I found
My Grace abandoned me.
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Invariably, love is characterized with the attributes of fear and fear with those of love, when there is some barrier that seems impenetrable. It is not so. It is all energy and susceptible to passing through, if you wish it. OK. This is where you are, but is it where you want to stay?