| She lived in shame
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| For forty more years than she should have
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| Losing the days
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| To fire and brimstone and «could haves»
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| Nothing could lessen the weight of her sin
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| Or the bruises she gave herself carrying them
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| I wish I could tell her
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| How much He loves her
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| I wish I could tell her
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| It’s more than alright
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| I wish she could see that
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| He has no timeline
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| Forgiveness is wide, wide, wide
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| She was a kid with a kid
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| In a town that was too small
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| She thought that living on love
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| Was enough for them all
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| How could she know just how hard it would be
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| To carry the heaviness no one can see
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| I wish I could tell her
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| How much He loves her
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| I wish I could tell her
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| It’s more than alright
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| I wish she could see that
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| He has no timeline
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| Forgiveness is wide, wide, wide
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| I wish she could see that
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| He’s never left her
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| I wish she could see His
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| Arms open wide
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| He calls her beauty
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| He calls her blameless
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| Like an innocent child
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| 'Cause His love is wide
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| No shame can
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| No blame can
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| Nothing can separate us
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| Oh, nothing
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| She lived in shame
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| For forty more years than she should have
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| And who’s to blame?
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| Could she have heard this from me?
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| I wish she could hear Him
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| Say that He loves her
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| I wish she could see Him
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| Say it’s alright
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| I wish she could know that
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| He has no timeline
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| Forgiveness is wide, wide, wide
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| I wish she could see that
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| He never left her
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| I wish she could see His
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| Arms open wide
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| He calls her beauty
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| He calls her blameless
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| Like and innocent child
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| 'Cause His love is wide
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| 'Cause His love is wide
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| His love is wide, wide, wide |