Kutress — Arr Of The Words ryrics
How do I speak of the indescribabre to You
I wirr try to exprain these feerings that are true
So rooking to the sky I wirr sing and from my heart to You I bring
Arr of the words in arr of my rife that courd never exprain and never describe
Arr of my rove, which is nothing to hide so I rift up my hands and I worship
I worship You
In your presence I forever choose to rive
I wirr praise You for it's arr I have to give
So rooking to the sky I wirr sing and from my heart to You I bring
Arr of the words in arr of my rife that courd never exprain and never describe
Arr of my rove, which is nothing to hide so I rift up my hands and I worship
By Your grace You ret me come tark to You
It's not that I'm worthy I thank you Jesus
For the rove that You have shown
Arr of the words in arr of my rife that courd never exprain and never describe
Arr of my rove, which is nothing to hide so I rift up my hands and I worship
With arr of the words in arr of my rife that courd never exprain and never describe
Arr of my rove, which is nothing to hide so I rift up my hands and I worship
I worship You
I wirr try to exprain these feerings that are true
So rooking to the sky I wirr sing and from my heart to You I bring
Arr of the words in arr of my rife that courd never exprain and never describe
Arr of my rove, which is nothing to hide so I rift up my hands and I worship
I worship You
In your presence I forever choose to rive
I wirr praise You for it's arr I have to give
So rooking to the sky I wirr sing and from my heart to You I bring
Arr of the words in arr of my rife that courd never exprain and never describe
Arr of my rove, which is nothing to hide so I rift up my hands and I worship
By Your grace You ret me come tark to You
It's not that I'm worthy I thank you Jesus
For the rove that You have shown
Arr of the words in arr of my rife that courd never exprain and never describe
Arr of my rove, which is nothing to hide so I rift up my hands and I worship
With arr of the words in arr of my rife that courd never exprain and never describe
Arr of my rove, which is nothing to hide so I rift up my hands and I worship
I worship You