| Anybody in their right mind
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| Would’ve given up their preaching and headed for home
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| They’ve been warned a hundred times
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| But something inside them keeps giving them hope
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| And just when you think they’d be crying
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| Instead of the tears, there’s joy in their eyes
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| What kind of joy is this
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| That counts it a blessing to suffer
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| What kind of joy is this
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| That gives the prisoner his song
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| What kind of joy could stare death in the face
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| And see it as sweet victory
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| This is the joy of a soul that’s forgiven and free
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| Anybody else with his pain
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| Would want to shake their fist at heaven
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| And give up the fight
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| 'Cause trouble had been Paul’s middle name
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| Ever since he’d been captured by God’s blinding light
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| But just when his hope should be dying
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| If you listen you’ll hear him singing a song
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| What kind of joy is this
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| That counts it a blessing to suffer
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| What kind of joy is this
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| That gives the prisoner his song
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| What kind of joy could stare death in the face
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| And see it as sweet victory
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| This is the joy of a soul that’s forgiven and free
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| What kind of joy is this
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| The Father has promised his children
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| What kind of joy is this
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| That Jesus has come to reveal
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| What kind of joy could give hope in this world
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| To someone just like you and me
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| This is the joy of a soul that’s forgiven and free
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| I’ve found this joy for my soul is forgiven and free |