Luyện nghe bài hát These Frail Hands

In this broken place I was born
It there is no peace,
And the very soil we walk upon
Is filled with that never cease,
And you can trace the scars of
Like upon the backs
Of all the downtrodden,
slipped through cracks

on,
Hold

And I am with grief,
to see suffering,
For those who lack the to speak
For those of us left

May not prevail,
Dear Lord, your love never fail

And these hands,
tremble as they pen perhaps their last
And weak words,
Can never say what be surpassed

When the concrete of the
Becomes too to lift,
And the cataracts of and doubt
Cloak beyond what we can sift
And darkness, darkness its way,
crippling anguish clouds our sight,
The ghosts of dusk have bared teeth,
Set their to bring the night

on,
Hold

Darkness perceive the light,
lightlessness has chilled us numb,
And though its wings may the skies,
The shall never overcome

of the world,
Your love, has never

And frail hands,
They tremble as they pen perhaps their
And these words,
Can say what cannot be surpassed

I your love,
And of all I want to feel your peace,
I your love,
Let everything you are not decrease,

(Your love,
mercy,
Your unending.
hope,
peace,
Your strength my is mending.)

(Daylight,
me)