I remember February
winter was warm
hearts were cold
September came
it began to rain
and the pain that was new grew old
Your face shines through the snow
this I know, this I know
Your love finds me in sorrow
this I know, this I know
In my search for happiness
I buried You beneath my guilt
No grave could hold
the wondrous Lord
though Your blood was spilled
Christ came Your love to show
this I know, this I know
Your grace on me will flow
this I know, this I know
Oh what a beautiful day this has become


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