| 'Twas a life filled with aimless desperation
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| Without hope walked the shell of a man;
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| Then a hand with a nailprint stretched downward
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| Just one touch then a new life began
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| And the old rugged cross made the difference
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| In a life bound for heartache and defeat;
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| I will praise Him forever and ever
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| For the cross made the difference for me
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| Barren walls echoed harshness and anger
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| Little faces ran in terror to hide;
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| Now those walls ring with love, warmth and laughter
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| Since the giver of life moved inside
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| Repeat Chorus
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| There’s a room filled with sad, ashen faces
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| Without hope death has wrapped them in gloom;
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| But at the side of a saint there’s rejoicing
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| For life can’t be sealed in a tomb
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| Repeat Chorus |