Beth Nielsen Chapman
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Beth Nielsen Chapman
Holy Mary
Draw through my heart
The sweetest arrow
Of thy grace
Lift my sorrows
Deepening shadow
So that I may
See Your face
I know I will
Not be forsaken
Gently held in
Your embrace
Blessed Spirit
Whispering softly
Cool the fires
Of my shame
Even as I
Run from your arms
My soul keeps calling
Out Your name
You were always
Right here inside each
Tear of joy
Every drop of rain