IS ANY EXCHANGE WORTH
When my flesh become dust
Everlasting life I havent
Wondering the streets alone
Waiting for my judgment
Thinking about my past
I know I misused his grace
Amazing grace which saved me
Which gave me a second life
Standing before the judge
My works are tested, but no worth
Tears roll down my eyes
I Cry and ask myself
Is any exchange worth for my life
Will my precious stones worth
Tears roll down my eyes
Knowing everlasting suffering wil I have.
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