| It’s finally calming down
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| I’ve found the motion of life that spins around
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| Grows dim as I enter in
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| A trail of tears sing Your embrace
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| The scars of death and life we face
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| But I know I’ll be with You soon
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| When it’s over
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| When it’s over
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| I’ll finally fall down at Your feet
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| And feel your open arms take hold of me
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| When it’s over
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| When it’s over
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| I’ll finally touch Your wounded hands
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| And see the beauty of what You have planned
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| Revealing grace’s final call
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| I can’t comprehend at all
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| My hope will be completed
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| Seeing You with eyes unveiled
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| Knowing without You I’d have failed
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| I’ll wait — come soon — I’m waiting
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| When it’s over
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| When it’s over
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| I’ll finally fall down at Your feet
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| And feel your open arms take hold of me
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| When it’s over
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| When it’s over
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| I’ll finally touch Your wounded hands
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| And see the beauty of what You have planned
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| My anticipation turns into desperation
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| When I think of when I will be with You my Jesus
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| When it’s over
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| When it’s over
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| I’ll finally fall down at Your feet
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| And feel your open arms take hold of me
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| When it’s over
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| When it’s over
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| I’ll finally touch Your wounded hands
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| And see the beauty of what You have planned |