| Tell me I’m forgiven and loved
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| ‘Cause I hear it from the street corner priests
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| On how God is love and how man can be clean
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| But my joy has been on holiday
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| And my peace has almost passed away
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| Tell me I’m forgiven and free
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| O I tried and tried to rectify my hopeless situation
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| But I bought the lie I still have work to do
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| Now I’m working nine to five like I can earn my own salvation
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| But there is no condemnation in You
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| O whisper to me now that it’s for real
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| ‘Cause in the silence of these walls righteousness lost its appeal
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| Dirty deeds have done me in
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| O but that can’t stop the faithful friend
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| Giving mercy once again as You heal
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| Here it is I’m feeling it
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| O He died, He died to rectify my hopeless situation
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| And His blood commands my guilt to leave
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| Now on Calvary I stand
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| Empty pockets, open hands
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| O there is no condemnation for me
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| Child, you’re forgiven and loved
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| Child, you’re forgiven and loved
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| Child, you’re forgiven
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| And child, you are loved
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| Child, you’re forgiven and loved |