| There’s a harp in my heart and only You can play it
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| There’s a song in my broken soul and only You can sing it
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| You’re so unpredictable, just like the rhythm, the rhythm of weeping And my
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| life is still so upsidedown
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| But You keep on coming, coming around
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| You keep on loving, I still let You down
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| There’s a harp in my heart and only You can play it There’s a song in my broken
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| soul and only You can sing it I hear those curfew bells are ringing
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| But I just can’t stop my singing
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| I’ve got to tell just one more person
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| «Hey, never give up, keep on dreaming
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| Quieter than rain, He knows all your pain»
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| There’s a cry I have had that I could love my brother Not to look at their race,
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| their religion or their color You love those presbytarians
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| You love the gays and the lesbians
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| You love the buddhists and the prostitute
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| You’re not like us, ‘cause we always change You see through our sin and You
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| love us anyway
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| Yes, I wish You would put the words in my mouth To tell the world what You’re
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| really like
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| Not some dead god who lives in some building But a Father of kindness,
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| the Son of forgiveness A Spirit who helps me, yeah, that’s who You are |