| I’ve never asked these questions
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| I’ve never felt so broken
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| Oh God, what do I do now?
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| I’ve never cried this way
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| I’ve never seen such pain
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| Oh, God, what do I do now?
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| But even here, even now
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| I lift my eyes to Heaven and remember I am loved
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| I lift these weary hands and let my Father pick me up
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| More than answers, more than healing
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| God, Your presence is enough
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| I lift my eyes to Heaven and remember
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| You’re still where my help comes from
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| All my fears came true
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| But they’re no match for You
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| Oh God, come and hold me now
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| And be my Prince of Peace
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| Share my suffering
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| Oh God, come and hold me now
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| I lift my eyes to Heaven and remember I am loved
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| I lift these weary hands and let my Father pick me up
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| More than answers, more than healing
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| God, Your presence is enough
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| I lift my eyes to Heaven and remember
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| You’re still where my help comes from
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| If You are near to the broken-hearted
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| Then You are here with me
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| You take my sorrow inside Your hands and
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| You turn it to victory
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| If You are near to the broken-hearted
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| Then You are here with me
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| You take my sorrow inside Your hands and
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| You turn it to victory
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| I’ve never asked these questions
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| I’ve never felt so broken
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| Oh God, what do I do now?
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| I lift my eyes to Heaven and remember I am loved
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| I lift these weary hands and let my Father pick me up
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| More than answers, more than healing
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| God, Your presence is enough
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| I lift my eyes to Heaven and remember
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| You’re still where my help comes from
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| You’re still where my help comes from
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| You’re still where my help comes from |