Lyric Context Universe
i need your grace;
help me to run this christian race. you are the potter
i am the clay. mold me and make me
i need your grace;
help me to run this christian race. you are the potter
i am the clay. mold me and make me
the comforts in knowing i'll soon be gone. soon then there is god gives me grace
to run this christian race
'til i see my savior
the comforts in knowing i'll soon be gone. soon then there is god gives me grace
to run this christian race
'til i see my savior
the comforts in knowing i'll soon be gone. soon then there is god gives me grace
to run this christian race
'til i see my savior
the comforts in knowing i'll soon be gone. soon then there is god gives me grace
to run this christian race
'til i see my savior
give me grace
just to run this christian race
in a building not made by hand
give me grace
just to run this christian race
in a building not made by hand