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发表于 22.6.2012 10:39:34
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My life began like any other man
% ]6 z' {- k5 B# WHeld beneath a mother’s loving gaze' ~( b' a% P# D7 `# s7 u
Somewhere between now and then1 p/ p7 }* E1 y" p- f
I lost the man I could have been; q, c) \4 |) j+ L) X* N& q
Took everything that wasn’t mine to take
3 I" O- v. H( L9 H; uBut Love believes that it is not too late
' o) R- y+ n9 R8 Z$ [Only one of us deserves this cross
' B s2 q3 o+ X2 C5 {' JA suffering that should belong to me
- v9 T1 O3 ?( I( t4 f' W5 EDeep within this man I hang beside
# p$ x- c% U* j7 O" \ ^1 LIs the place where shame and grace collide
# |! e. ?0 L6 L# ^1 ~' SAnd it’s beautiful agony6 j6 n+ b* y [8 b y
That He believes it’s not too late for me
6 M f3 A+ f9 FThis is how Love wins, every single time- c9 ^3 ^/ B, |2 [& _0 }, o
Climbing high upon a tree where someone else should die7 a) N; ~) P4 D: d; x$ G8 \: B H. ^
This is how Love heals, the deepest part of you3 |; s# C, J# z- A- {. ]9 s
Letting Himself bleed into the middle of your wounds
3 d: S) Z) X" C; r$ QThis is what Love says, standing at the door
9 X/ L6 H5 {. bYou don’t have to be who you’ve been before
- g# _% R: g- w$ g0 r( y( b* }/ QSilenced by His voice, death can’t speak again
$ L! |* z3 r; t* [This is how Love wins/ ^% i s. I% g% w3 K' h7 c) k# ]
Did you see this moment from the start
* n2 e: [) [5 CThat we would drink this of cup of suffering?
% W) z5 G& ^8 U+ [& bI wonder, did we ever meet?# a& Q" V. j7 L! P
Childhood games in dusty streets
% u! Y; l3 T: EFor all my many sorrows and regrets$ `* S3 S2 c# ]1 `2 e0 @$ J8 y
Nothing could compare to just this one* J0 u+ Y ^, m p- h5 T
That in the presence of my King
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I cannot carry You up to Your throne; z6 @; `- q0 @
You instead, will carry me back home., t, p# {9 w$ O/ t
What can wash away my sin?
|4 G+ x! l# n7 E# S" VNothing but the blood, nothing but the blood$ a6 {+ B; U7 M! L
What can make me whole again?" W. O# G$ j+ T9 Z: b; ?' x
Nothing but the blood, Nothing but the blood
6 \ ?7 E, d( s. W# O* C, LBecause this is what Love say, standing at the door
- N1 x' ?# ]3 |7 M* Y, _2 ]You don’t have to be who you’ve been before
' S" [! ]" ]1 O: \- e3 J& sAnd silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again
" b& Y J6 b6 d2 {! C6 UThis is how Love wins.
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