| Mother, Your call
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| Echoes through this chamber, this hall
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| I will sing Your song
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| Even when my patience grows short, the days long
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| 'Cause You make all things new
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| It is what You do
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| Spirit, You fall
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| From Your children, You never withdraw
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| Your song will brace these bones
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| As You embody this body to bear Your fruit
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| 'Cause You make all things new
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| It is what You do
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| In the places, we don’t choose
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| Lord, You move, You move, You move
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh
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| Christ, You speak
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| To the ones poor in spirit, hungry, and meek
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| Your kingdom will pour through
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| The humble, the weak, who fully rely on You
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| 'Cause You make all things new
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| It is what You do
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| In the places, we don’t choose
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| You make all things new
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| It is what You do
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| In the places, we don’t choose
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| Lord, You move, You move, You move
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh |