Luyện nghe bài hát The Glory

In the solitary of His birth
On barren dusty land
All of kissed the face of the earth
With a of love
God a man
But He was sent away to His final breath
He was only thirty-three
And in the shame of dying a death
He cleansed an world
And in His I see

The of the blood
The beauty of the
That was for our forgiveness
The glory of His perfect
Is the heart of the
The of the blood

Now I have tried to find on my own
In a search for real
But there's a heart inside this flesh and bone
Fall His grace
And I to feel

repeat

And when I my eyes I can see Him hanging there
Oh the precious wounded of God
All the majesty in this world cannot to the glory
The beauty of the
That was broken for our

chorus

But He was sent away to draw His final
When He was thirty-three