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All of our lives are shaped by His hands |
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I find it hard to ponder |
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So if the stars are shaped too by those hands |
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They shine our reflecting splendor |
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Still he came for the weak |
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He laid all his majesty |
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Down at his feet just to be |
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With sinners just like me |
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Oh, can't you see |
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Won't you see that He loves you |
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Yes, it's true |
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King of all kings |
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He laid down his robes |
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He came lived the life of a martyr |
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Deserving a crown we gave him a cross |
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He died so that I'd have a tomorrow |
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See he came for the weak |
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He laid all his majesty |
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Down at his feet just to be with me |
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He hung upon that tree |
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Oh can't you see |
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Won't you see that He loves you |
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Yes, it's true |
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See, he came for the weak |
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He laid all his majesty |
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Down at his feet just to be |
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With sinners just like you and me |
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Can't you see |
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Won't you see that He loves you |
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Yeah, He loves you |
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Yeah, He loves you |
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Yes, it's true |
