The residue
Of a tear or two
Drying on my face
On reading of
The Lord of Love
Dying in my place
What can I do
My Lord for you
To thank you for such grace?
But to die with you
And be made new
And the cross embrace
My name is known
Like your love is shown
Both tattooed on your palm
You calmed the storm
And rescued me from harm
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