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In these times in which we live |
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Where the worst of what we live |
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Is laid out for all the world on the front page |
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And the sound of someone's heartbreak |
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Is a sound bite at the news break |
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With a close shot of the tears rollin' down their face |
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Blessed be the child who turns a loving eye |
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And stops to pray |
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For these times in which we live |
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In these most uncertain hours |
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Where the balance of power |
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Is a fight that is fought every day |
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And freedom is a word |
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Some cry out and some whisper |
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And some are just too quick to give away |
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Blessed be the one who stands by the one |
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On the battle line |
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For these times in which we live |
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Well, give me a heart |
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Full of tender mercy |
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And arms I will open wide |
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For these times in which we live |
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Seems like the only answer is |
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Givin' up on findin' one at all |
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And we hide behind unsure |
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Pull the blinds and lock the doors |
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And hang a pleasant picture on the wall |
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Blessed is the believer who knows love is our redeemer |
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And the only breath of life |
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For these times in which we live |
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Well, give me a heart |
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Full of tender mercy |
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And arms I will open wide |
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Yeah, give me words full of loving kindness |
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And hands ready to hold up a light |
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For these times in which we live |
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For these times in which we live |
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Blessed be the child, oh |
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Yeah, for these times |
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Everybody, just stop and pray |
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For these times in which we live |
