Jazzie Sweigart Biography

The Grace of God
No man can tell
The whole
Of how it cleanses him
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I stand alone beside the stormy sea,
The crash of waves roll over me.
And seagulls screaming their harsh cry,
Sing songs of praise to God on High.
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Someone sees where'er you go;
They follow you with little feet
And try to do the best they can,
Your careless actions to repeat.
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Praise! Praise! Praise! Praise!
Kept silent, dormantly it lays,
Upon the paths and on the ways,
Until to God our love we raise,
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I'll sing a grateful song of praise,
To Him who loves me all my days.
He cares for me where'er I stray
When I forget and turn away.
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