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| tony vincent: out of my hands |
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i can’t make the snow come down
i cannot make it rain
i can’t make the sun go down
or rise to burn again
i can’t make you love me more
no matter how i try
your grace alone can justify
that kind of love just mystifies
that kind of love just mystifies
it’s out of my hands— though i try so hard
it’s out of my hands— when i slip and fall
it’s out of my hands— i will rest in you
you know my voice— you hear my call
it’s out of my hands
i can’t make the world spin ‘round
or catch a falling star
i can’t set the night on fire
and burn away the dark
i can’t make you love me more
can’t impress you with my deeds
i can’t make you love me less
that kind of love is what i need
that kind of love is what i need
it’s out of my hands— though i try so hard
it’s out of my hands— when i slip and fall
it’s out of my hands— i will rest in you
you know my voice— you hear my call
it’s out of my hands— when i have no strength
it’s out of my hands— i will look to you
it’s out of my hands— you will never fail
your love’s a grip i can’t slip through
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