| My heart began to race as I drank of Your blood
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| and again I felt the Sleep wash over me like a flood.
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| Blessed and anointed, I stepped out in Your name.
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| Blinded, I thought I carried purpose like a flame.
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| I’m struck deaf and dumb, alone amongst the olives.
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| How could I have just given up the Lamb without blemish, spotless?
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| I thought I’d be the one to spring the trap,
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| that knowing look in Your eye as you handed me the cup,
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| Bearer of Your shining light it’s all been building to this.
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| How was I so blind?
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| Realization has pulled the veil from eyes.
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| Sleep has given way to cold sobriety.
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| Now I finally see that Your purpose wasn’t revolution.
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| Rather, unconditional, loving inclusion.
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| I watched the rock sheath his weapon.
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| An empathic hand on the head of the Roman.
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| I don’t want their tainted money.
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| That was never the motivation.
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| My spring on the latch, failed midnight incursion.
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| I thought I knew The Word, heeded Your lessons,
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| but my pride has left me in ruins.
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| How was I so blind? |
| How did I miss it?
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| How was I so blind? |
| How did I miss it?
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| Oh, Brother Judas, woe to thee!
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| I’ve handed over my Savior, damned to hang from a tree.
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| Oh, Brother Jesus, Your name blessed be.
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| I will hang with thee; |
| I will hang with thee.
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| Oh, Brother Judas, woe to thee!
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| I’ve handed over my Savior, damned to hang from a tree.
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| Oh, Brother Jesus, Your name blessed be.
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| I will hang with thee; |
| I will hang with thee. |