| He said, «Be perfect, perfect as I am»
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| «How can this be done,» you ask
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| When every time I try to be
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| Someone with such a mastery, I see how weak I am
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| I said, «See the sweet dichotomy
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| Mercy mirrored in the face of impossibility»
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| The weight of the words can crush you, they can break you
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| Or they can heal and they can take you to the throne of grace
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| The weight of the words will lead you like a beacon
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| When your strength is finally beaten by the weight of the words
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| And so the constant struggle to remind each other of the fact
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| That the rest is easy on the shoulders of the one who came
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| To pay for what we lack
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| Now our welcome burden is to strive with humble gratitude
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| We cannot take lightly what He carried on His back
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| Can you feel the gravity, compelling mystery
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| Life for those who will believe
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| The weight of the words can crush you they can break you
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| Or they can heal and they can take you to the throne of grace
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| The weight of the words will lead you like a beacon
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| When your strength is finally beaten by the weight of the words
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| The rest is easy
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| His rest is easy
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| Are you weary?
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| Can you hear the words that lift the burden
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| Do you feel the gravity, compelling mystery
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| Life for those who will believe
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| The weight of the words can crush you they can break you
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| Or they can heal and they can take you to the throne of grace
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| The weight of the words will lead you like a beacon
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| When your strength is finally beaten by the weight of the words
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| You spilled the words you read just yesterday
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| He said, «Be perfect, perfect as I am» |