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发表于 22.6.2012 10:39:34
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My life began like any other man
4 f. q7 f: L s3 gHeld beneath a mother’s loving gaze
1 T/ P: L. m) YSomewhere between now and then
' J2 e7 n. p; n6 }' h+ o0 JI lost the man I could have been4 s; b6 u( t, N' m, q2 `8 `7 B( d
Took everything that wasn’t mine to take) [* s' |) f& M
But Love believes that it is not too late
( h7 I/ ~+ y. J8 u5 V- tOnly one of us deserves this cross
) w/ Z8 J4 z) G% w( |A suffering that should belong to me9 k2 f( X+ g9 L, Q
Deep within this man I hang beside
?5 N7 g9 I! ?4 {& iIs the place where shame and grace collide
1 B, r' @2 B7 ?; f5 h/ VAnd it’s beautiful agony2 p2 V0 @: D3 w# n& A- U0 c1 q
That He believes it’s not too late for me1 l" ~; G8 {9 j P h; e
This is how Love wins, every single time
$ ? k1 T; j% }8 m3 R! M" }& m' }% DClimbing high upon a tree where someone else should die
6 ]% p- G' O( h6 X6 HThis is how Love heals, the deepest part of you0 g: X7 z* S( \! L* h. n+ V
Letting Himself bleed into the middle of your wounds8 L+ Y6 r s9 s7 F; n4 p! V$ T
This is what Love says, standing at the door
- T& S3 }; _! w6 y/ SYou don’t have to be who you’ve been before4 X) f" s. _4 q/ ?; m; G
Silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again4 O0 C9 {9 Z: V$ A. B
This is how Love wins. ]5 C. b D# @6 I; I8 R
Did you see this moment from the start
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I wonder, did we ever meet?
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For all my many sorrows and regrets
; P- t i2 A; v" `6 Z u ANothing could compare to just this one
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I cannot fall upon my knees& f: d) V9 ?% m6 ]9 Z. l9 I7 W
I cannot carry You up to Your throne n, q1 `; V2 {1 {2 O
You instead, will carry me back home." J% y9 z3 P: s+ c, p) Y
What can wash away my sin? V; d' s6 |5 t4 k2 ?% I
Nothing but the blood, nothing but the blood) }5 v- I9 m) Q$ S
What can make me whole again?
4 w% h& L( P+ V/ b @0 r: P% fNothing but the blood, Nothing but the blood
5 E% Z# i" D5 y, I2 }! fBecause this is what Love say, standing at the door3 t5 D" U! B1 w# B
You don’t have to be who you’ve been before
& ^: N- w ~' G1 nAnd silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again
$ S3 z% j4 G7 X3 Z- \; BThis is how Love wins. 2 i0 O# k( {4 V
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