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We stutter and we stammer til You say us |
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A symphony of chaos til You play us |
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Phrases on the pages of unknown |
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Til You read us into poetry and prose |
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We are kept and we are captive til You free us |
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Vaguely unimagined til You dream us |
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Aimlessly unguided til You lead us home |
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By Your voice, we speak |
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By Your strength, no longer weak |
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We are no longer weak |
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By Your wounds we are healed |
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By Your wounds we are healed |
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Passed over and passed by until You claim us |
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Orphaned and abandoned til You name us |
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Hidden and disclosed til You expose our hearts |
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By Your death we live |
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It is by Your gift that we might give |
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That we might give |
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By Your wounds we are healed |
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(Tell me what kind of love is this...) |
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By Your wounds we are healed |
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What kind of love would take Your shame |
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And spill His blood for You |
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And save us by His wounds? |
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By Your wounds we are healed |
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(Tell me what kind of love is this...) |
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By Your wounds we are healed |
