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Blessed are you as you weep on your knees |
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With perfume and tears washing over My feet |
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And blessed are you, beggar, hopeless and blind |
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Calling for mercy when I'm passing by |
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Blessed are you, shaking your head |
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At two tiny fish and some bread |
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And blessed are you as you tremble and wait |
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For the first stone thrown at your sinful disgrace |
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Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds |
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And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you |
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Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised |
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And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you |
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Blessed are you, walking on waves |
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To find yourself sinking when you look away |
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Blessed are you, leper, standing alone |
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The fear on their faces is all that you've known |
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Blessed are you, lonely widow who gave |
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Your last shiny coin to Yahweh |
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Blessed are you with your silver and lies |
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Kissing the One who's saving your life |
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Tell Me your story, show Me your wounds |
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And I'll show you what Love sees when Love looks at you |
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Hand Me the pieces, broken and bruised |
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And I'll show you what Love sees when Love sees you |
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I see what I made in your mother's womb |
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And I see the day I fell in love with you |
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I see your tomorrows, nothing left to chance |
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I see My Father's fingerprints |
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I see your story, I see My name |
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Written on every beautiful page |
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You see the struggle, you see the shame |
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I see the reason I came |
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I came for your story, I came for your wounds |
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To show you what Love sees when I see you |
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Yeah, yeah, when I see you |
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When I see you, oh, whoa, whoa |
