| The iron hand it ain’t no match for the iron rod
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| The strongest wall will crumble and fall to a mighty God
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| For all those who have eyes and all those who have ears
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| It is only He who can reduce me to tears
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| Don’t you cry and don’t you die and don’t you burn
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| For like a thief in the night, He’ll replace wrong with right
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| When He returns
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| Truth is an arrow and the gate is narrow that it passes through
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| He unleashed His power at an unknown hour that no one knew
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| How long can I listen to the lies of prejudice?
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| How long can I stay drunk on fear out in the wilderness?
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| Can I cast it aside, all this loyalty and this pride?
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| Will I ever learn that there’ll be no peace, that the war won’t cease
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| Until He returns?
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| Surrender your crown on this blood-stained ground, take off your mask
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| He sees your deeds, He knows your needs even before you ask
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| How long can you falsify and deny what is real?
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| How long can you hate yourself for the weakness you conceal?
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| Of every earthly plan that be known to man, He is unconcerned
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| He’s got plans of His own to set up His throne
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| When He returns |