In all those 10 years you lived as you were on the edge. Do not be afraid anymore to fall down. Now, no one, no fear, no pain and sorrow could hit you. I am sure… I will tell you this afternoon and I will keep in my heart our own little secret… Rest in peace 4ever
Francesca Battistelli – Holy Spirit
There’s nothing worth more That could ever come close No thing can compare You’re our living hope Your presence, Lord I’ve tasted and seen Of the sweetest of loves Where my heart becomes free And my shame is undone Your presence, Lord Holy Spirit, You are welcome here Come flood this place and fill the atmosphere Your glory, God, is what our hearts long for To be overcome by Your presence, Lord Your presence, Lord There’s nothing worth more That could ever come close No thing can compare You’re our living hope Your presence, Lord I’ve tasted and seen Of the sweetest of loves Where my heart becomes free And my shame is undone Your presence, LordHoly Spirit, You are welcome here Come flood this place and fill the atmosphere Your glory, God, is what our hearts long for To be overcome by Your presence, Lord Your presence, LordLet us become more aware of Your presence Let us experience the glory of Your goodness Let us become more aware of Your presence Let us experience the glory of Your goodness Let us become more aware of Your presence Let us experience the glory of Your goodness Let us become more aware of Your presence Let us experience the glory of Your goodness Holy Spirit, You are welcome here Come flood this place and fill the atmosphere Your glory, God, is what our hearts long for To be overcome by Your presence, Lord
There’s nothing worth moreThat could ever come closeNo thing can compareYou’re our living hopeYour presence, LordI’ve tasted and seenOf the sweetest of lovesWhere my heart becomes freeAnd my shame is undoneYour presence, LordHoly Spirit, You are welcome hereCome flood this place and fill the atmosphereYour glory, God, is what our hearts long forTo be overcome by Your presence, LordYour presence, LordThere’s nothing worth moreThat could ever come closeNo thing can compareYou’re our living hopeYour presence, LordI’ve tasted and seenOf the sweetest of lovesWhere my heart becomes freeAnd my shame is undoneYour presence, LordHoly Spirit, You are welcome hereCome flood this place and fill the atmosphereYour glory, God, is what our hearts long forTo be overcome by Your presence, LordYour presence, LordLet us become more aware of Your presenceLet us experience the glory of Your goodnessLet us become more aware of Your presenceLet us experience the glory of Your goodnessLet us become more aware of Your presenceLet us experience the glory of Your goodnessLet us become more aware of Your presenceLet us experience the glory of Your goodnessHoly Spirit, You are welcome hereCome flood this place and fill the atmosphereYour glory, God, is what our hearts long forTo be overcome by Your presence, Lord
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