| I used to wish that I could rewrite history
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| I used to dream that each mistake could be erased
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| That I could just pretend, I never knew the me back then
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| I used to pray that You would take this shame away
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| Hide all the evidence of who I’ve been
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| But it’s the memory of the place You brought me from
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| That keeps me on my knees
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| And even though I’m free
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| Heal the wound but leave the scar
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| A reminder of how merciful You are
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| I am broken, torn apart
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| Take the pieces of this heart
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| Heal the wound but leave the scar
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| I have not lived a life that boasts of anything
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| I don’t take pride in what I bring
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| But I’ll build an altar with the rubble that You found me in
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| And every stone will sing of what You can redeem
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| Heal the wound but leave the scar
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| A reminder of how merciful You are
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| I am broken, torn apart
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| Take the pieces of this heart
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| Don’t let me forget
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| Everything You’ve done for me
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| Don’t let me forget
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| The beauty in the suffering
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| Heal the wound but leave the scar
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| A reminder of how merciful You are
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| I am broken, torn apart
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| Take the pieces of this heart
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| Heal the wound but leave the scar
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| A reminder of how merciful You are
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| I am broken, torn apart
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| Take the pieces of this heart
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| Heal the wound but leave… the scar |