| You held out Your arms, I walked away
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| Insolent, I spurned Your face
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| Squandering the gifts You gave to me
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| Holding close forbidden things
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| Destitute, a rebel still, a fool in all my pride
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| The world I once enjoyed is death to me
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| No joy, no hope, no life
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| Where now are the friends that I had bought
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| Gone with every penny lost
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| What hope could there be for such as I
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| Sold out to a world of lies
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| Oh to see Your face again, it seems so distant now
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| Could it be that You would take me back
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| A servant in Your house
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| You held out Your arms, I see them still
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| You never left, You never will
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| Running to embrace me, now I know
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| Your cords of love will always hold
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| Mercy’s robe, a ring of grace
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| Such favor undeserved
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| You sing over me and celebrate
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| The rebel now Your child |