Healing rays

On a blustery cold day like today, all you need is some warming lyrics (and besides–I’m not moving off this here furnace grate!)  So, from the oh-so-mellow sound of the Jars of Clay:

Amazing grace, I feel you coming up slowly now…
Like the sun is rising, heat on my face;
Oh love that keeps on shining, don’t let the shadow come,
You know I gotta feel your healin’ rays…

“Amazing Grace”

I grew this heart into a drifter
I never felt the roots I bare
I sold my sight, oh brother, sister
For a mountain of fool’s gold, it’s gone
Only God knows, God knows where

My soul was restless for redemption
My feet were lookin’ for a place to stand
Well, I ain’t got no life
And you know I ain’t got no money
Just the faith of an empty hand

Amazing grace, I feel you coming up slowly now
Like the sun is risin’, heat on my face
Oh love that keeps on shinin’, don’t let the shadow come
You know I gotta feel your healin’ rays

I hitched a ride, I was a beggar
I had murder on my hands
I neede water to rinse these stains
But only blood could remove what’s spillin’
And pardon me the blame

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