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Jars Of Clay Dig

I had a big idea I had a crazy eye I broke the sacred seal I told a lazy lie I've had my conscience bent I've had my patience tried I've been up in the

Prijevod: Staklenke od gline. Vi.

I need Thee every hour, most gracious Lord No tender voice like Thine can peace afford I need Thee every hour, stay Thou nearby Temptations lose their

Strangely out of place There's a light filling this room where None would follow before I can't deny it burns me up inside I fan the flames to melt away

Prijevod: Staklenke od gline. Trebam te.

Prijevod: Staklenke od gline. Trebam te.

Strangely out of place There's a light filling this room where None would follow before I can't deny it burns me up inside I fan the flames to melt away