From Me to You
From Me to You, I don't need you.
I don't need to see you speak.
I'm done with your odorless taste.
That makes me gag each breath I take.
From Me to You, I don't need you.
I'm so stressed during the day,
that I can't see the light.
I'm losing the war
During the night.
The Good Lord has saved me,
In Ephesians 2:9.
Feel no sorrow, feel no pain
By grace are ye saved.
My senses are in line.
On the path he has me on.
I don't stress, stumble, and stray.
Because he is the way.
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