Song | Take Hold |
Artist | Shawn McDonald |
Album | Double Take - Shawn McDonald |
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作曲 : McDonald | |
Artist: Shawn McDonald | |
Title: Take Hold | |
There is no hope up in your eyes, | |
as if the blue had left your skies, | |
The sadness fills you cheeks of stone, | |
Maybe you believe you are alone. | |
Your face is shone with quiet despair, | |
as if this was what you chose to wear, | |
Your sin you strap upon your chest, | |
as if there was no longer rest, longer rest. | |
Take hold, don't give up. | |
You gotta make the best of what you got, | |
Give it all you best shot, | |
Take hold, don't give up. | |
Your heart seems to have hit the floor, | |
but I do believe you're meant to soar, | |
The enemy's wounds, they must go deep, | |
but I pray the Lord your soul to keep. | |
There is no taking back those days a gone, | |
But now it's your chance just to move on. | |
Make the best of the life you live, | |
'Cause before Him you soon will give. | |
You soon will give |
zuo qu : McDonald | |
Artist: Shawn McDonald | |
Title: Take Hold | |
There is no hope up in your eyes, | |
as if the blue had left your skies, | |
The sadness fills you cheeks of stone, | |
Maybe you believe you are alone. | |
Your face is shone with quiet despair, | |
as if this was what you chose to wear, | |
Your sin you strap upon your chest, | |
as if there was no longer rest, longer rest. | |
Take hold, don' t give up. | |
You gotta make the best of what you got, | |
Give it all you best shot, | |
Take hold, don' t give up. | |
Your heart seems to have hit the floor, | |
but I do believe you' re meant to soar, | |
The enemy' s wounds, they must go deep, | |
but I pray the Lord your soul to keep. | |
There is no taking back those days a gone, | |
But now it' s your chance just to move on. | |
Make the best of the life you live, | |
' Cause before Him you soon will give. | |
You soon will give |
zuò qǔ : McDonald | |
Artist: Shawn McDonald | |
Title: Take Hold | |
There is no hope up in your eyes, | |
as if the blue had left your skies, | |
The sadness fills you cheeks of stone, | |
Maybe you believe you are alone. | |
Your face is shone with quiet despair, | |
as if this was what you chose to wear, | |
Your sin you strap upon your chest, | |
as if there was no longer rest, longer rest. | |
Take hold, don' t give up. | |
You gotta make the best of what you got, | |
Give it all you best shot, | |
Take hold, don' t give up. | |
Your heart seems to have hit the floor, | |
but I do believe you' re meant to soar, | |
The enemy' s wounds, they must go deep, | |
but I pray the Lord your soul to keep. | |
There is no taking back those days a gone, | |
But now it' s your chance just to move on. | |
Make the best of the life you live, | |
' Cause before Him you soon will give. | |
You soon will give |