| My heart is laid
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| Under Your blade
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| As You carve out Your image in me
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| You cut to the core
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| But still You want more
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| As You carefully, tenderly ravage me
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| And You peel back the bark
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| And tear me apart
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| To get to the heart
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| Of what matters the most
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| I’m cold and I’m scared
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| As Your love lays me bare
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| But in the shaping of my soul
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| The cut makes me whole
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| Mingling here
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| Your blood and my tears
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| As You whittle my kingdom away
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| But I see that you suffer, too
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| In making me new
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| For the blade of Love, it cuts both ways
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| As You peel back the bark
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| And tear me apart
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| To get to the heart
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| Of what matters the most
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| I’m cold and I’m scared
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| As Your love lays me bare
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| But in the shaping of my soul
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| The cut makes me whole
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| Hidden inside the grain
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| Beneath the pride and the pain
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| Is the shape of the man
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| You meant me to be
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| Who with every cut now You try to set free
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| Come now set me free
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| You peel back the bark
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| And tear me apart
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| To get to the heart
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| Of what matters most
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| I’m cold and I’m scared
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| As Your love lays me bare
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| And every day You strip more away
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| As You peel back the bark
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| And tear me apart
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| To get to the heart
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| Of what matters the most
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| I’m cold and I’m scared
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| As Your love lays me bare
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| But in the shaping of my soul
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| I know the blade must take its toll
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| God give me strength to know
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| That the cut makes me whole
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| The cut makes me whole |