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'Twas a life filled with aimless desperation |
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Without hope walked the shell of a man; |
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Then a hand with a nailprint stretched downward, |
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Just one touch then a new life began. |
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And the old rugged cross made the difference |
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In a life bound for heartache and defeat; |
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I will praise Him forever and ever |
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For the cross made the difference for me. |
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Barren walls echoed harshness and anger |
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Little feet run in terror to hide; |
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Now those walls ring with love, warmth and laughter, |
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Since the giver of life moved inside. |
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Repeat Chorus |
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There's a room filled with sad, ashen faces |
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Without hope death has wrapped them in gloom; |
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But at the side of a saint there's rejoicing, |
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For life can't be sealed in a tomb. |
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Repeat Chorus |
