Cry Holy
Wondrous mystery, in the pages of history,
Of a man who bled and died for me,
Its more than a story, He’s the one who hung up on a tree,
His crimson flow poured out for me,
Gave His life to set my free
I fall down, I fall down,
And I fall down on my knees,
And cry holy is the Lord
Worship Him, worship Him and adore
calms me when i'm panicky.. to just sing You a song..
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