| Every time I try to make it on my own
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| Every time I try to stand, I start to fall
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| And all those lonely roads that I have traveled on
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| There was Jesus
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| When the life I built came crashing to the ground
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| When the friends I had were nowhere to be found
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| I couldn’t see it then but I can see it now
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| There was Jesus
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| In the waiting, in the searching
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| In the healing, in the hurting
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| Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces
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| Every minute, every moment
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| Where I’ve been or where I’m going
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| Even when I didn’t know it
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| Or couldn’t see it
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| There was Jesus
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| What a friend we have in Jesus
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| All our sins and griefs to bear
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| What a privilege to carry
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| Everything to God in prayer
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| In the waiting, in the searching
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| In the healing, in the hurting
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| Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces
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| Every minute, every moment
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| Where I’ve been or where I’m going
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| Even when I didn’t know it
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| Or couldn’t see it
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| There was Jesus
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| On the mountain, in the valleys
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| There was Jesus
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| In the shadows of the alleys
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| There was Jesus
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| In the fire, in the flood
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| There was Jesus
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| Always is and always was, oh
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| In the waiting, in the searching
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| In the healing, in the hurting
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| Like a blessing buried in the broken pieces
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| Every minute, every moment
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| Where I’ve been or where I’m going
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| Even when I didn’t know it
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| Or couldn’t see it
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| There was Jesus |