There is a place prepared for me More beautiful than eyes have seen When these burdens weigh me down I won’t lose heart, I will not doubt Grace will lead me home There is an end to suffering Grace will lead me home When I’ve been there ten thousand years Grace will lead me home |
“It was now about noon, and darkness came over the whole land until three in the afternoon, for the sun stopped shining. And the curtain of the temple was torn in two. Jesus called out with a loud voice, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit.” When he had said this, he breathed his last.”