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God cleanses through the tears
He purifies my soul,
His love, his grace, his mercy
Is bigger then I know,
He molds me cause he's the potter
And to him I am the clay,
Making me a vessel
To use for his own way,
I'll continue on this journey
While seeking his lovely face,
While basking in his presence
And being renewed by his sweet grace
He purifies my soul,
His love, his grace, his mercy
Is bigger then I know,
He molds me cause he's the potter
And to him I am the clay,
Making me a vessel
To use for his own way,
I'll continue on this journey
While seeking his lovely face,
While basking in his presence
And being renewed by his sweet grace