| We stutter and we stammer til You say us
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| A symphony of chaos til You play us
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| Phrases on the pages of unknown
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| Til You read us into poetry and prose
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| We are kept and we are captive til You free us
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| Vaguely unimagined til You dream us
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| Aimlessly unguided til You lead us home
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| By Your voice, we speak
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| By Your strength, no longer weak
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| We are no longer weak
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| By Your wounds we are healed
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| By Your wounds we are healed
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| Passed over and passed by until You claim us
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| Orphaned and abandoned til You name us
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| Hidden and disclosed til You expose our hearts
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| By Your death we live
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| It is by Your gift that we might give
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| That we might give
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| By Your wounds we are healed
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| (Tell me what kind of love is this…)
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| By Your wounds we are healed
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| What kind of love would take Your shame
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| And spill His blood for You
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| And save us by His wounds?
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| By Your wounds we are healed
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| (Tell me what kind of love is this…)
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| By Your wounds we are healed |