| We were sitting there nervous trying to keep our eyes from making contact
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| You were laying there looking worse than you had looked the previous Sunday
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| I was trying to imagine how it felt for you and you released it
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| Tried to put myself inside your shoes and felt like that was selfish
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| I don’t know what it looks like where you are, but I mean, it must look better
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| Than just laying around and counting down until you meet your Maker
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| I imagine that He held your hand and showed you that you’re far from perfect
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| That every single person he created has been a screw up you can’t help it
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| Might as well just take that blame, take off your shoes, start getting comfy
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| There is nothing but forgiveness here, the journey’s over, glad you met me
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| There is nothing but deliverance here, it’s pure and logic than you could be
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| And all the judgement that He yelled about is more about yourself than you’d
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| think
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| I’m a seven page laundry list of sinful deeds I swore were not me
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| And I felt you’re the shadow of my death still scares the soul out of me
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| I couldn’t even wrap my head around how I could find a throne for judging
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| Still I sat there quietly, resenting you, resenting daddy
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| And all that I can do is hope and hope and hope that the Lord will treat me
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| The way that I believe he treated you when you left this earth and body
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| And then these flaming tongues landed unto ourselves
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| And put a new tongue, a new language
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| In the bible
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| In the bible |