There
really isn’t any place
That
I could ever go
Where
I can unsee what I’ve seen,
Forget
all that I know.
For
I have lived too long in grace,
Sheltered
beneath Your wing.
I’ve
seen blessings, beyond belief,
Which
only You could bring.
Like
rivers washing through desert,
Your
blessings change the face
Of
every life that they wash through,
A
stream of endless grace.
You
are my hope, my living stream,
The
truth I can’t deny.
I
cannot unknow all that grace,
That
river won’t run dry!
Revelation
22:1
Then
the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing
from the throne of God and of the Lamb
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