Lyrics
When I was young
I learned to sing
In a tiny church
On Hickory Lane
The old piano
Played the chords
While my church family
Praised the Lord
At the Cross
Amazing Grace
How Great thou Art
Jesus Saves
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow
An octave high
an octave low
When I ran away
With new songs to sing
I’d find myself
Just wondering
Where is the soul
I knew before
It’s missing on
This radio
At the Cross
Amazing Grace
How Great thou Art
Jesus Saves
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow
An octave high
an octave low
At the Cross
Amazing Grace
How Great thou Art
Jesus Saves
Praise God, from whom all blessings flow
An octave high
an octave low
An octave high
An octave low
Style
bluegrass uplifting
Credits
Prompt byMcSpoot
GeneratedJan 14, 2025
ModelAria v4