Twila Paris – Letras de SWEET LORD

SWEET LORD, THOU ART MY BEST FRI-END TO-DAY; MY HEART IS IN SIN-FUL-NESS, BUT HOW CAN I BE A LA-DY OF SUCH ME-LO-DI-OUS-NESS TO-DAY IN MY SOUL, THY POW-ERS WILL MAKE THE WORLD WHOLE; NE-VER-THE-LESS, SO-VER-IN GOD THY PRAISES ART AS PER-FECT AS THY BLESS-ED-NESS, OH GOD OF HEA-VEN; THY SON JE-SUS PAID HIS LIFE ON THE CROSS TO SAVE THE EV-IL LOSS; PRE-CIOUS GOD THY SON LI-VED THE MOST PER-FECT LIFE BE-FORE HE DIED ON THE CROSS ON MT. CAL-VA-RY, MAY THY WAYS BE, AS PER-FECT AS THEE; GOD I CA'NT FA-THOM ON WHY JE-SUS HAD TO DIE, BUT ON-LY YOU KNEW WHY; MAY THY WAYS BE GOOD IN THE SKY; FOR THY PRE-CIOUS NAME I CA'NT SEEM TO EV-ER DE-NY; OH GOD I LOVE THY AWE-SOME BLE-SSED-NESS TO-DAY, AND IN EV-ERY WAY; PLEASE MY AWE-SOME FA-THER OF THE SKY, PLEASE DO'NT LET MY HEA-VEN-LY SPI-RIT DIE; THOU ART THE ON-LY BRO-THER FOR ME, I BE-LIEVE IN HEA-VEN; LIFE UP THERE WILL LAST FOR E-TER-NI-TY, GOD OF THY HOME UP A-BOVE, THY HEART HAS GEN-TLE LOVE; OH;