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Paroles: Grand Prize. Identity. Shepherd Of My Soul.


Is my life what You had in mind
I feel I'm falling behind
On the outside I look fine but
my heart is dark as wine
I look to You to pull me through the
quicksands of my life
So why am I lonely
Since You have risen

Be the shepherd of my soul

Oh my God what went wrong
I'm thirsty and I long to be filled
with Your love that only comes from above
Grand Prize