| It’s the light that pierces through you
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| To the darkest hidden place
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| It knows your deepest secrets
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| But it never looks away
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| It’s the gentle hand that pulls you
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| From the judgement of the crowd
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| When you stand before them guilty
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| And you got no way out
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| Some may call it foolish and impossible
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| But for every heart it rescues, it’s a miracle
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| It’s nothing less than scandalous
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| This love that took our place
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| Just call it what it is, call it grace
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| Call it grace
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| It’s the breath that’s breathing new life
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| Into what we thought was dead
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| It’s the favor that takes orphans
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| Placing crowns upon their heads
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| It’s the hope for our tomorrows
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| The rock on which we stand
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| It’s a strong and mighty fortress
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| Even Hell can’t stand against
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| Some may call it foolish and impossible
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| But for every heart it rescues, it’s a miracle
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| It’s nothing less than scandalous
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| This love that took our place
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| Just call it what it is, call it grace
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| Call it grace
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| Call it grace
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| Amazing, unshaking
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| This is grace, this is grace
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| Unchanging, unfailing
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| This is grace, this is grace
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| Some may call it foolish and impossible
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| But for every heart it rescues, it’s a miracle
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| It’s nothing less than scandalous
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| This love that took our place
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| Oh call it what it is, just call it what it is
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| Call it grace |