Grace – Kitchie Nadal

Well I’m not being polite
And I speak of Jesus
I raise my hands up high
I turn myself in

Grace, grace, grace
I surrender to your embrace
Grace, grace, grace
I surrender

I’m sorry that I am not sorry
Like a rebellious child
I wave a white flag
I turn myself in

Grace, grace, grace
I surrender to your embrace
Grace, grace, grace
I surrender

You caught a tear in my eye
Just a little dust I reply
What a white liar
I turn myself in

Grace, grace, grace
I surrender to your embrace
Grace, grace, grace
I surrender

I’ve lost my faith on all the angels and saints
And to you whom we should know
How much we’d suffer for your name

I’ve lost my faith on all the angels and saints
And to you whom we should know
How much we’d suffer for your name

I’ve lost my faith on all the angels and saints
And to you whom we should know
How much we’d suffer for your name

I’ve lost my faith for your name
I’ve lost my faith for your name
I’ve lost my faith for your name
I’ve lost my faith for your name

Grace, grace, grace
I surrender to your embrace
Grace, grace, grace
I surrender