| Have I come too casually?
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| Because it seems to me
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| There’s something I’ve neglected
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| How does one approach a Deity
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| With informality
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| And still protect the Sacred?
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| 'Cause you came and chose to wear the skin of all of us
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| And it’s easy to forget You left a throne
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| And the line gets blurry all the time
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| Between daily and Divine
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| And it’s hard to know the difference
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| Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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| Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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| Face down on the ground do I dare
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| To take the liberty to stare at you
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| Oh, let me not
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| Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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| What a shame to think that I’d appear
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| Even slightly cavalier
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| In the matter of salvation
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| Do I claim this gift You freely gave
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| As if it were mine to take
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| With such little hesitation?
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| 'Cause you came and stood among the very least of us
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| And it’s easy to forget you left a throne
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| Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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| Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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| Face down on the ground do I dare
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| To take the liberty to stare at you
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| Oh, let me not
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| Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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| The cradle of the grave could not contain Your Divinity
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| Neither can I oversimplify this love
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| Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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| Face down on the ground do I dare
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| To take the liberty to stare at you
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| Oh, let me
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| Oh, let me not forget to tremble |