| The orphan clings to Your hand
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| Singing the song of how he was found
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| The widow rejoices
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| For her oppressors are silenced now
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| You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor
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| You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore
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| When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
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| Still, You sent Your Son for us
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| You are on our side
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| The runaway falls at Your feet
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| You are what he has searched for
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| The rich man is broken
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| When he stands beneath a sky full of stars
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| You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor
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| You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore
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| When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
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| Still, You sent Your Son for us
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| You are on our side
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| You sit at the table with the wounded and the poor
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| You laugh and share stories with the thief and the whore
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| When You could just be silent and leave us here to die
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| Still, You sent Your Son for us
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| You are on our side
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| Still, You sent Your Son for us
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| You are on our side |