| There was a day we held our breath
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| And felt the sting of bitter death
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| When all our hopes were buried in the grave
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| Our eyes awake, our hearts were torn
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| Between our faith and what we knew
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| Before our King was buried in the grave
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| And grace was in the tension
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| Of everything we’ve lost
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| Standing empty handed
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| Shattered by the cross
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| All we have, all we had
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| Was a promise like a thread
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| Holding us, keeping us
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| Oh, from fraying at the edge
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| All we knew, all we knew
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| Was You, said You’d come again
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| You’d rise up from the dead
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| There was a day we looked for proof
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| That You had risen from the tomb
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| And all our doubts began to roll away
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| We touched the scars upon Your hands
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| You kept Your word, oh son of man
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| You buried death by taking on the grave
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| You came here to save us
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| 'Cause everything was lost
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| No longer empty handed
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| Clinging to the cross
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| All we have, all we had
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| Was a promise like a thread
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| Holding us, keeping us
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| Oh, from fraying at the edge
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| All we knew, all we knew
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| Was You, said You’d come again
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| You’d rise up from the dead
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| It is well, it is done
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| All we have, all we had
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| Is a promise like a thread
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| Holding us, keeping us
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| Oh, from fraying at the edge
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| All we know, all we know
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| Is You, said You’d come again
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| You rose up from the dead
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| All we have, all we had
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| Is a promise like a thread
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| Holding us, keeping us
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| Oh, from fraying at the edge
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| All we know, all we know
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| Is You, said You’d come again
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| You rose up from the dead
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| You rose up from the dead |