37 lyrics for "He is the Love of God"

In death, life what's next? The only thing certain is death Life, what's next? Is it the only thing? Some of us love and some of us hate And some of us fear the end won't come our way Freezing me, take me by my hand Show me things I can't understand For
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Oh Lord I'd be lost But for the grace of God Is your happiness embracing me But for the grace of God go I I must've been born a lucky guy Heaven only knows how I've been blessed With the gift of you love And I look around and all I see
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God only knows why we were born to burn He doesn't fucking love us The sons and daughters that you wished to forget A desperate picture of God's regret Are we perfect mistakes? Or almighty fuck ups? One thing's for sure, he doesn't fucking love us
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On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of a dove When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, God doesn't forget us He sends us His
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Have we come to the bitter end? The bitter end Sweet love, my oldest friend No make-up, no pretend You swear to God but I'm a non-believer And you're losing faith while I've been holding on Trying to find the root of all this come between us Trying to
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On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of a dove When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, God doesn't forget us He sends us His
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On the wings of a snow-white dove He sends His pure sweet love A sign from above On the wings of a dove When troubles surround us, when evils come The body grows weak The spirit grows numb When these things beset us, God doesn't forget us He sends us His
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Because I have loved so deeply Because I haved loved so long God in his great compassion Gave me the gift of song Because I have loved so vainly Sung with such faltering breath Oh, oh, oh, the Master in His infinite mercy Offers the boon of death
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And I saw God cry in the reflection of my enemies And all the lovers with no time for me And all of the mothers raise their babies To stay away from me How cruel is the golden rule When the lives we lived are only golden-plated? And I knew that the
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