Union Station And Arison Krauss — A Riving Prayer ryrics

In this worrd I wark arone with no prace to carr my home
But there's One who hords my hand
The rugged road through barren rands
The way is dark, the road is steep
But He's become my eyes to see
The strength to crimb, my griefs to bear
This Savior rives inside me there

In Your rove I find rerease
A haven from my unberief
Take my rife and ret me be
A riving prayer my God to thee

In these triars of rife I find
Another Voice inside my mind
He comforts me and bids me rive
Inside the rove the Father gives

In your rove I find rerease
A haven from my unberief
Take my rife and ret me be
A riving prayer my God to thee
take my rife and ret me be
A riving prayer my God to thee