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Stand |
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with all my might and still I seem to fall. |
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I try to walk before I even crawl. |
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Oh it seems I'm like a child in need again. |
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A helpless heart |
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A broken man. |
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Strength |
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is something that's so very hard to find. |
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But still I know that true faith must be blind |
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So I sacrifice my heart to God in prayer |
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Lay my weakness down |
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and I'll find you there |
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I can stand tall |
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On my knees |
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I can see forever |
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On my knees |
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I can face it all... I feel like |
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I can climb a mountain |
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Cause on my knees the world's a little smaller |
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And I stand taller |
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On my knees |
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See a man, |
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in a garden long ago, kneeling alone, |
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as the weight of his sins unseen and lives unknown |
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come to rest upon His weary shoulders |
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He knew my name |
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He took my pain, so... |
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There's a peace that shadows anything |
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I've known |
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I lay down every burden |
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And I'm free... |
