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A sacrifice I'm making with you, |
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But a bigger one without. |
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Rely on time to push us forward, |
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Letting go and thrusting out. |
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Never forfeit in frustration my responsibility. |
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The potter's hand although refreshing, |
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Is a painful place to be. |
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Stand tall, never believe you are going to be like this. |
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Jesus make her rise above it, |
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Rise above. |
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If only I could see much broader, |
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Beyond the scope of my own flesh, |
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I could see your glory wadding throughout the storm. |
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And it keeps me bent all backwards on this pedestal of grace. |
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I'll always curse you in the morning, |
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But I greet you in the day. |
