| Once there was a holy place
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| Evidence of God’s embrace
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| And I can almost see mercy’s face
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| Pressed against the veil
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| Looking down with longing eyes
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| Mercy must have realized
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| That once His blood was sacrificed
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| Freedom would prevail
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| And as the sky grew dark
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| And the earth began to shake
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| With justice no longer in the way
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| Mercy came running
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| Like a prisoner set free
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| Past all my failures
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| To the point of my need
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| When the sin that I carried
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| Was all I could see
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| And when I could not reach mercy
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| Mercy came running to me
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| Once there was a broken heart
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| Way too human from the start
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| And all the years left it torn apart
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| Hopeless and afraid
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| Walls I never meant to build
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| Left this prisoner unfulfilled
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| Freedom called but even still
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| It seemed so far away
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| I was bound by the chains
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| From the wages of my sin
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| Just when I felt like giving in
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| Mercy came running
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| Like a prisoner set free
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| Past all my failures
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| To the point of my need
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| When the sin that I carried
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| Was all I could see
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| And when I could not reach mercy
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| Mercy came running to me
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| Sometimes I still feel so far
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| So far from where I really should be
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| He gently calls to my heart
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| Just to remind me
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| Mercy came running
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| Like a prisoner set free
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| Past all my failures
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| To the point of my need
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| When the sin that I carried
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| Was all I could see
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| And when I could not reach mercy
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| Mercy came running to me
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| Mercy came running
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| Like a prisoner set free
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| I past all my failures
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| To the point of my need
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| When the sin that I carried
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| Was all I could see
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| And when I could not reach mercy
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| Mercy came running
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| Mercy came running
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| Like a prisoner set free
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| I past all my failures
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| To the point of my need
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| When the sin that I carried
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| Was all I could see
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| And when I could not reach mercy
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| Mercy came running… |