| I killed the Son of God today.
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| I built the cross where He was slain.
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| My sins,
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| The hands that held the hammer that
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| drove the nails through His skin.
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| Someday I win.
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| I want to make it up.
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| I want to die to myself for You.
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| It makes me fall apart,
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| When I think of all that You went through.
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| I owe my all to You. |
| (I owe my all to You)
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| Because when it came to do or die.
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| You died for me,
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| Though I would be nothing perfect,
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| For human eyes to see.
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| My hands are Yours for works.
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| My eyes will seek until I’ve found You.
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| My legs will walk the earth,
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| Until You tell me my work is through.
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| I want to make it up,
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| I want to die to myself for You,
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| You are the one that I love,
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| I owe my all to you. |
| (I owe my all to you)
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| I met the Son of God today,
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| He said «I forgive you for My pain»,
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| He took my sin that held the hammer
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| that drove the nails through His skin,
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| He said I win.
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| I’m a new creation through You,
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| Created for You by You.
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| So make me worth Your while,
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| Put me to use. |