| Let the Kingdom fall on this place
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| Those who have never felt Your love
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| Feel Your warm embrace
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| We will proclaim Your continuing creation
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| Made evident by our many reconciliations
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| The blind will see
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| The deaf will hear
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| Loving with every ounce of our being
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| We are made whole as we draw near
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| We will see Your purpose brought about on this earth
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| Men, made giants out of pain and dirt
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| Those of us brought up in broken homes
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| Don’t have to fear, we will be made whole
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| This world we used to view as broken
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| Is truly a masterpiece in progress
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| Set in motion by the Words that were spoken
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| We can choose to stay on the wayside
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| And watch others grow, while our spirits die
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| Or we can pick up our tools and chisel away at this life
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| Revealing a perfect plan
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| This world is not past redeeming
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| Creating perfection will take quiet patience
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| And a love that’s endearing
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| We will not stray
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| We will not tarry
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| And in the end, we’ll see all unbelief dead and buried
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| The blind will see
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| The deaf will hear
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| Loving with every ounce of our being
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| We are made whole as we draw near
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| No one will leave this room sick
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| Cause You are especially fond of All
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| And we have faith that You can do this
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| We have faith |