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The skies lay low where You are |
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On the earth You rest Your feet |
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Yet the hands that cradle the stars |
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Are the hands that bled for me |
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In a moment of glorious surrender |
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You were broken for all the world to see |
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Lifted out of the ashes |
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I am found in the aftermath |
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Freedom found in Your scars |
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In Your grace my life redeemed |
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For You chose to take the sinner's crown |
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As You placed Your crown on me |
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In that moment of glorious surrender |
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Was the moment You broke the chains in me |
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Lifted out of the ashes |
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I am found in the aftermath |
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And in that moment You opened up the heavens |
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To the broken the beggar and the thief |
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Lifted out of the wreckage |
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I find hope in the aftermath |
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And I know that You're with me |
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Yes I know that You're with me here |
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And I know Your love will light the way |
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Now all I have I count it all as loss |
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But to know You and to carry the cross |
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Knowing I'm found |
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In the light of the aftermath |
