| The skies lay low where You are
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| On the earth You rest Your feet
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| Yet the hands that cradle the stars
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| Are the hands that bled for me
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| In a moment of glorious surrender
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| You were broken for all the world to see
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| Lifted out of the ashes
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| I am found in the aftermath
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| Freedom found in Your scars
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| In Your grace my life redeemed
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| For You chose to take the sinner’s crown
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| As You placed Your crown on me
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| And in that moment of glorious surrender
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| Was the moment You broke the chains in me
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| Lifted out of the ashes
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| I am found in the aftermath
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| And in that moment You opened up the heavens
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| To the broken, the beggar and the thief
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| Lifted out of the wreckage
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| I found hope in the aftermath
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| And I know that You’re with me
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| Yes, I know that You’re with me here
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| And I know Your love will light the way
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| And I know that You’re with me
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| Yes, I know that You’re with me here
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| And I know Your love will light the way
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| Now all I have I count it all as loss
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| But to know You, to carry the cross
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| Knowing I’m found
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| In the light of the aftermath |