| The whole world rests on Your fingertips
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| With the word You spoke the stars in place
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| All creation waits in expectancy for that glorious day
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| How could we be silent, how could we be silent?
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| With everything that’s in me
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| Until there’s nothing left I will sing for You
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| With everything that’s in me
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| Until my body’s broken I’ll live for You
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| Take every breath, take every part
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| How could I give anything less than everything
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| Than everything
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| Grace and love flow from Your wounded hands
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| We see mercy in the tears You cried
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| We could never give You an offering
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| That compares to Your sacrifice
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| With everything that’s in me
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| Until there’s nothing left I will sing for You
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| With everything that’s in me
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| Until my body’s broken I’ll live for You
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| Take every breath, take every part
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| How could I give anything less than everything
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| Than everything
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| How could we be silent?
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| How could we be silent?
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| Oh, how could we be silent?
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| How could we be silent?
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| All the earth will cry out
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| Holy, holy, maker of all things
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| And as my dying breath escapes my lips
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| I’ll be singing of Your glory
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| With everything that’s in me
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| Until there’s nothing left I will sing for You
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| With everything that’s in me
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| Until my body’s broken I’ll live for You
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| Take every breath, take every part
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| How could I give anything less than everything
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| Than everything, You gave everything |