Portrait of Grace

Remember the days of the Master, My heart drew me down to His feet
 The tenderness showered upon me, I knew that His spirit was free
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 White robes are flowing, the world won't contain Him
 The Mystery drawing me near
 And He holds my head on His heart, on His heart
 That night on the rooftops in Akka, His chanting would quiver my soul
 The moon and the stars His companions, The power of love I'd behold
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 White hair is flowing the Servant of Glory, A Majesty calm and divine
 And He holds my head on His heart, on His heart
 The artist is trembling inside, Her hand she prays He'll guide
 To capture the essence of Him, One so divine
 And He lifts the veil from her eyes, His portrait she'll soon realize
 The infinite peace on His face, a portrait of grace
 Portrait of grace
 So frail my spirit before Him, His gaze I could hardly endure
 I'll follow those footsteps forever, A pillar of fire so pure
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