Laura Hackett
Carving Out A Place
He's carving out a place in me
That I might contain His glory
Making a bigger space in me
That I might contain His glory
Like a dry river bed I am waiting for the latter rain (x2)
He's carving out a place in me
That I might contain His glory
Making a bigger space in me
That I might contain His glory
Like a dry river bed I am waiting for the latter rain (x2)