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She brought You oil, the purest gift she had |
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You washed her soul with her tears |
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Though more than a thousand years have passed |
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I still weep at how much that woman's just like me |
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And how much I want to be |
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At Your feet |
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Where I feel Your Spirit cover me |
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And the darkest of my sins, they are forgiven |
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What would You ask of me, I'd give up everything |
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Just so I can be at Your feet |
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I know one day I will open up my eyes |
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To the wonders of Heaven foretold |
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And I'll see that glorious mansion on high |
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But, I'll be content just to see Your face |
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If I can just find my place |
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