| I hear You calling out my name
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| As only You can do
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| Your voice, it covers all my shame
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| The old You turned to new
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| No matter how things look to me
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| You see a destiny, a perfect promise
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| You call me beautiful
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| You call me righteous
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| You call me worthy
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| Of Your Son’s own precious blood
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| You call me holy
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| You call me strong at my weakest
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| Forgive an impure
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| You call me Yours
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| It’s hard for me to understand
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| Exactly what You see
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| I slip and stumble everyday
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| But still You say believe
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| You say You’ll finish what You start
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| You’ve seen me form my heart
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| And not the bruises
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| You call me beautiful
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| You call me righteous
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| You call me worthy
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| Of Your Son’s own precious blood
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| You call me holy
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| You call me strong at my weakest
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| Forgive an impure
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| You call me Yours
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| You call me beautiful
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| You call me righteous
|
| You call me worthy
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| Of Your Son’s own precious blood
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| You call me holy
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| You call me strong at my weakest
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| Forgive an impure
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| Forgive an impure
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| You call me Yours |