Grace
Running out of place
Running through the storm
Is like tryna find your way
Grace
Running off the pace
Running through the war
Is like tryna discover space
Am I supposed to be here
When I look in the mirror
I don't see what you see
Please lord help me believe
When I thought I conquered fear
Always end up showing near
They just say "go receive"
But I just see them leave
Grace
Running out of place
Running through the storm
Is like tryna find your way
Grace
Running off the pace
Running through war
Is like tryna discover space
Am I supposed to agree
Of what they want of me
Or follow you
And let it be
I want the truth
Promise me
I follow you
I feel you breathe
Grace
Grace