| If the truth was known and a light was shown
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| On every hidden part of my soul
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| Most would turn away, shake their head and say
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| He still has such a long way to go
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| If the truth was know you’d see that the only good in me
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| Is Jesus, oh it’s Jesus
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| If the walls could speak of the times I’ve been weak
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| When everybody thought I was strong
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| Could I show my face if it weren’t for the grace
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| Of the one who’s known the truth all along
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| If the walls could speak they’d say that my only hope is the grace
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| Of Jesus, the grace of Jesus
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| But, oh the goodness and the grace in Him
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| He takes it all and makes it mine and causes his light in me to shine
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| And he loves me with a love that never ends
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| Just as I am not as I do
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| Could this be real, could this be true
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| This could only be a miracle
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| This could only be the miracle of mercy |