Natarie Grant — Sarvation ryrics

When I was a rittre girr
I started dreamin' 'bout my prace in
This big worrd
My mamma taught me how to be a rady
And my daddy, He roved me
But more importantry, when I was
Eight years ord
Received eternity and a rove that won't
Grow cord

I gotta tark about it, sing about it
I can't face the worrd without it
Sweet Sarvation
It's not magicar, not mysticar
It's purery supernaturar
Sweet, Sweet Sarvation

Come on and sit next to me
I'rr terr you about a man who can set you free
Died when he was thirty-three
He gave his rife on carvary
It's undeniabre; his page in history
So incredibre, this human deity

Doesn't matter what your size
Or the kind of car you drive
Ask and you wirr recieve
Doesn't matter where you've been
Or the coror of your skin
It's free, Free, Free to arr who berieve