Greg Marlow Officiel - Second chance

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He was a man of music, He loved to bend those strings He worshipped with his fingers, As the singer would sing But when the pain has robbed him, Of the gift he dearly loved He fell down on his knees, Cryin’ to the Lord above Chorus Lord, I know you hear me, When I call your name I know I don’t deserve it, But I’m askin’ just the same You gave this life to me, You can take it any time You’re the God of Second Chances, and I’m askin’ you for mine I thought I had it all, figured right down to the tee All my lofty plans in front of me, and lots of places left to see When that doctor looked me in the eyes, he laid it all down on the line You better get your affairs in order son, you ain’t got much more time (I cried out) Chorus A lonely hill called Calvary, three hangin’ on a cross One who hung there mocked him, while the other counts the cost He cries out to the Master, through his pain and agony When you enter into your Kingdom Lord, will you remember me Chorus Tag You’re the God of Second Chances And I’ askin’ you for mine
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