| In the quiet, I have found my peace,
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| I’m at rest but I know,
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| That on the inside silence is at best,
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| An excuse that I use.
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| So are you waiting,
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| For me to speak out loud,
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| To sing about the way you brought me from?
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| And are you longing,
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| For me to call your name,
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| Even though what I have is mundane?
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| You calm the storm, you bring me home,
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| All that I am is gasping for you.
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| Mighty to save, Jesus your grace,
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| All that I am is captured in all of you.
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| In the crowded room I found my soul,
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| It is sound but I know,
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| But on the outside feelings are at best,
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| A facade that I guard.
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| So are you waiting,
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| For me to come alive,
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| To speak about where you brought me to?
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| And are you singing,
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| To me, all the songs,
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| That my heart always counted as lost?
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| Yeah
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| You calm the storm, you bring me home,
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| All that I am is gasping for you.
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| Mighty to save, Jesus your grace,
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| All that I am is captured in all of you.
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| Of you, yeah.
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| In the quiet, I have found my peace,
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| In the quiet, I have found my peace.
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| You calm the storm, you bring me home,
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| All that I am is gasping for you.
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| Mighty to save, Jesus your grace,
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| All that I am is captured in all of you.
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| In the quiet, I have found my peace. |