Rise from Dust
Though I walk and I fall
There will only be one name I call
Laying in sin, I rise from dust
I pray to Him daily, reaching heaven is a must
Was tattered and torn and battered and worn
Still walking with my faith, can't wait to go home when I hear the horn
Laying in sin, I rise from dust
I pray to Him daily, reaching heaven is a must
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