| Dear you, Yeah you
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| The person listenin'
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| It’s God usin' me, tryna' get your attention, yeah
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| See, He remembers the first day that He made you
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| Moldin' your lungs for the breath that He gave you
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| Not to mention the day He saved you
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| Or when He opened your eyes by the Spirit, Christ was raised through
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| Did I mention that He forgave you?
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| And had His flesh ripped off for the sin you was a slave to?
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| Now it seems you’re too far gone
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| You wanna turn back, but you’re not sure if you’ll be welcome home
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| So you figure you’ll just leave it alone
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| But you’re addicted to yourself, we both know you can’t see it alone
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| This is an intervention, Jesus intervened
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| He intercedes on behalf of a sinner’s deeds
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| This is an intervention, because the Lord hurts
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| Before it gets worse, stomach another verse
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| Most times I’m paying no attention
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| Lose my direction
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| All I chase is vanity
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| I forget I’ve been forgiven
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| Your love I’ve been given
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| Your grace on me lavishly
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| You were born on earth
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| On my cross You died for me (cross you died)
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| Forgive my depravity
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| Lord You are my reality
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| Yeah
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| Cold water we drink
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| Hot water we cook
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| But lukewarm does nothin' it just sits and it looks
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| And that’s you, imagine these as the words of Christ
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| I remember you love Me, I remember your light
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| It used to shine bright, but now it’s so dim
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| It used to be about Us, but now its 'bout them
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| You can’t win playin' heart games
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| But I love you even when your lights off in your dark shame
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| When you lay down and profane Me
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| Or when your bloodstream contains the things that would defain me
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| When nobody knows that you claim Me
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| Or when you mess your life up, get mad, and wanna blame Me
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| I still want you back
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| I won’t punish you
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| I took that on the cross because I wanted you
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| I might discipline and chastise
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| But if you got what you deserve you’d be in hell with other bad guys
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| You made it this far
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| And thats a big move
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| But your addiction is hurtin' your other friends too
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| Some of 'em miss you
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| Some of 'em dissed you
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| But they was hurtin', strugglin' to forgive you
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| And they hated how addiction got the best of you
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| Chose a lie when God promised the best for you
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| If you realize you livin' in sin
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| Just confess and realize you’re forgiven of sin |