Poem of a Psalm 128
I will sing, and dance,
Bow on my face and praise,
To the only One who poured out His grace,
To save a wretch like me, by a saving offering, and not by chase...
I will sing, and dance,
Bow on my face and praise,
To the only One who poured out His grace,
To save a wretch like me, by a saving offering, and not by chase...