| A little kiss, a little coffee
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| A little moment to pray
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| Our Sunday mornings always started that way
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| Make up in the mirror
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| Humming a gospel song
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| When I came down the stairs I knew that something was wrong
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| He was lying on the floor
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| He was in a better place
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| And I could tell for sure by that sweet look on his face
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| He saw Jesus. |
| He saw Jesus
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| And He took his breath away
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| He was a man who never wanted to leave his house
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| But he went home that day
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| He saw the heavens open
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| Saw the Father’s open arms
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| and when you feel that kind of love
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| How could you stay
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| When he saw Jesus, cause he saw Jesus
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| And He took his breath away
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| No I didn’t lose him, I know right where he is.
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| ‘Cause he was never really mine, no
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| He was always His
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| And though I miss his kisses
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| I can’t fill that empty space
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| It helps when I remember
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| That sweet look on his face
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| When he saw Jesus. |
| He saw Jesus
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| And He took his breath away
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| He was a man who never wanted to leave his house
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| But he went home that day
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| He saw the heavens open
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| Saw the Father’s open arms |
| And when you see that kind of love
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| What can you say
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| But thank you Jesus
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| When he saw Jesus
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| And He took his breath away
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| Now I know every Sunday morning
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| When I kneel down to pray
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| He’d want me to live
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| He’d want me to love
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| Each and every day
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| Till I see Jesus. |
| Till I see Jesus.
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| And he takes my breath away
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| I’m in no hurry
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| To leave this world behind
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| But I know that I’ll go to a better place
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| Oh, I’ll see the heavens open
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| I’ll see the Father’s open arms
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| And when you I feel that kind of love
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| How could I stay
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| When I see Jesus. |
| When I see Jesus.
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| And He takes my breath away
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| So I keep breathing
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| I keep breathing
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| Till He takes my breath away |