If belief in good can be cemented, it will be cemented in those around you. To be far too coloquial, but aren't we; The peeps who chose to hang w/JC were around him because he touched their lives, they felt him.
Could there be twelve around each of us and no exact mix be the same? Should the number twelve be consequential or was it that the thirteenth dude in the Greater Nazareth area was just "not so cool?"
This old life seemed much too long With little point in going on I couldn't think of what to say Words just vanished in the haze I was feeling cold and tired Yeah kinda sad and uninspired But when it almost seemed too much I see your face And sense the grace And feel the magic in your touch
Back and forth across the sea I have chased so many dreams But I have never felt the grace That I have felt in your embrace Oh I was tired and I was cold Yeah with a hunger in my soul When it almost seemed too much I see your face And sense the grace And feel the magic in your touch
Now you made me feel so good Yeah like I never ever thought I would You know you make me feel so strong And now our laughter just goes on and on So c'mon lay your hands on me Cause close to you is where I really wanna be And if it ever gets too much I see your face And sense the grace And feel the magic in our touch
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