| It was not my bed to make
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| But it might have been my soul to take
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| And I paid dearly for my mistake
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| But it was not my bed to make
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| It was not in the way I moved
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| Or everything I tried to prove to you
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| Grace
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| I’m trying to be stronger
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| Grace
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| This wounded heart, it longs for grace
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| Mercy, take your time
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| Help me find my way to grace
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| I surrender, I lay down my arms
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| If I can do no good, I will do no harm
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| And truth, the eye of every storm
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| I lay down my arms
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| It was not in my words
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| Or in the ways they heard you
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| Grace
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| I’m trying to be stronger
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| Grace
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| This wounded heart, it longs for grace
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| Mercy, take your time
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| Help me find my way to grace
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| Forgiveness
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| Forgiveness
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| Forgiveness
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| Grace
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| I’m trying to be stronger
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| Grace
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| This wounded heart, it longs for grace
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| Mercy, take your time
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| Help me find my way to grace
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| Give me patience
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| Give me grace
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| Tell me it’s not too late for grace
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| Help me find my way
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| Today I pray for grace
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| Grace |