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I guess my life has somehow been like the woman caught in sin |
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She sat there broken at His feet she knew the law |
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But heard let he who's without sin cast the first stone |
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And not a single one was thrown |
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With no man left there to accuse, she left behind her tattered shoes |
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I'm on Holy Ground now and I don't ever want to leave |
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Hold me here now and keep my feet planted down in what I've found |
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Upon this holy ground |
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I know I didn't have to leave to find this feeling inside me |
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But I left it all the same I broke the rules to win the game |
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And now its clear from where I stand, I could've always felt His Hand |
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And though His touch I did refuse, I'm laying down these tattered shoes |
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With every moment standing here I can feel Him drawing near |
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And if I could stay in this place I'm sure that I could see His face |
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And yet I know life must go on, so let this memory linger on inside |
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Become a part of me |
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I'm on Holy Ground now and I don't ever want to leave |
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Hold me here now and keep my feet planted down in what I've found |
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Upon this holy ground |
