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Emily Brimlow - Dust on the Ground Lyrics



Emily Brimlow - Dust on the Ground Lyrics




I've been caught red handed
Would you lock me up in your hands
And never abandon me again
Been calling out your name in the storm
Can you hear me in the rain as its pouring on the streets
Feel like I've been sitting here for weeks
Waiting on a miracle or somebody to preach to my heart
Hasn't reached to my soul

As I was sitting here damaged
Then you came with your arm wrapped around me like a bandage
How can I thank you for what you've done
My payment is equivalent to half grain of sand
And all I can do is thank you cause a matter of fact is
You paid all my debts by the grace of your son
Grace of the son

If I was a slave
If I was a slave
If I was a slave

If I was chained
If I was chained
If I was chained
Chained

Ive got nothing to repay you besides my life laid down as a tribute
I hope it continues
From Rome to Japan
No matter the distance I'll follow your plan
Ruling to reign ant no fortune or fame richer or poor
No matter the name it don't phase me
Cause only you phase me

If I was a slave
If I was a slave
If I was a slave

If I was chained
If I was chained
If I was chained
Chained

If I was chained let me be chained to your love
If I was a slave let me be a slave for the kingdom come
If I was imprisoned sentence me for a million years in the glory
In the glory

I am nothing without you, without you
I am nothing without you, without you
I am nothing without you, without you

Im just dust on the ground
Dust on the ground

If I was a slave
If I was a slave
If I was a slave

If I was chained
If I was chained
If I was chained
Chained
Chained

If I was chained let me be chained to your love
If I was a slave let me be a slave for the kingdom come
If I was imprisoned sentence me for a million years in the glory
In the glory
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I've been caught red handed
Would you lock me up in your hands
And never abandon me again
Been calling out your name in the storm
Can you hear me in the rain as its pouring on the streets
Feel like I've been sitting here for weeks
Waiting on a miracle or somebody to preach to my heart
Hasn't reached to my soul

As I was sitting here damaged
Then you came with your arm wrapped around me like a bandage
How can I thank you for what you've done
My payment is equivalent to half grain of sand
And all I can do is thank you cause a matter of fact is
You paid all my debts by the grace of your son
Grace of the son

If I was a slave
If I was a slave
If I was a slave

If I was chained
If I was chained
If I was chained
Chained

Ive got nothing to repay you besides my life laid down as a tribute
I hope it continues
From Rome to Japan
No matter the distance I'll follow your plan
Ruling to reign ant no fortune or fame richer or poor
No matter the name it don't phase me
Cause only you phase me

If I was a slave
If I was a slave
If I was a slave

If I was chained
If I was chained
If I was chained
Chained

If I was chained let me be chained to your love
If I was a slave let me be a slave for the kingdom come
If I was imprisoned sentence me for a million years in the glory
In the glory

I am nothing without you, without you
I am nothing without you, without you
I am nothing without you, without you

Im just dust on the ground
Dust on the ground

If I was a slave
If I was a slave
If I was a slave

If I was chained
If I was chained
If I was chained
Chained
Chained

If I was chained let me be chained to your love
If I was a slave let me be a slave for the kingdom come
If I was imprisoned sentence me for a million years in the glory
In the glory
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Writer: Emily Brimlow
Copyright: Lyrics © EMILY BRIMLOW, O/B/O DistroKid




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