| When You were a child I remember
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| Your tiny hand in mine, fragile as a flower
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| I would watch You sleep and listen to You breathing
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| I’d hold You when You cry, I wish I could hold You now
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| If I sing Your lullaby
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| Will You hear my voice?
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| I know You are the Lamb of God
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| But You’re still my little boy
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| In the dead of night, You would call me
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| «Water, momma please?» |
| Life was simple then
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| I hear You calling now, suffering and bleeding
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| This Your cup to drink, so I’d never thirst again
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| If I sing Your lullaby
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| Will You hear my voice?
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| I know You are the Lamb of God
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| But You’re still my little boy
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| I didn’t know how much this would hurt
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| When I saw You play in the dirt
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| When I watched You climbing the trees
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| Didn’t know You would climb one for me
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| For me…
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| If I sing Your lullaby
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| Will You hear my voice?
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| I know You are the Lamb of God
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| The bruised and broken son I love
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| Somehow You will deliver us
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| But You’re still my little boy
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| You’re still my little boy |