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+ q& W2 @$ b3 RMy life began like any other man
' `: z5 G3 j/ i) u5 r# ~! YHeld beneath a mother’s loving gaze
$ l" ? m+ J3 T5 k- n# f7 \4 eSomewhere between now and then/ o& X0 O7 u. e
I lost the man I could have been
) D8 R3 V. s) e- p9 W, C) BTook everything that wasn’t mine to take! R, \4 D: o3 f# @( _* S% z
But Love believes that it is not too late+ \ p* L7 P& }4 C4 U
Only one of us deserves this cross: z; z4 x/ E# H' p3 a
A suffering that should belong to me
- k/ Z- t, _5 ~2 f9 dDeep within this man I hang beside/ f1 A% Y: B, {' x( o
Is the place where shame and grace collide
2 E9 u2 t* x0 ?And it’s beautiful agony5 [! [( ~, ~4 e& o/ M% n
That He believes it’s not too late for me; e4 C: z B! K9 F' V
This is how Love wins, every single time
' z% {8 z; E/ j/ B2 ?Climbing high upon a tree where someone else should die
, H, Z3 j* s# r+ P0 L, p9 {This is how Love heals, the deepest part of you
; V% \! \1 r4 QLetting Himself bleed into the middle of your wounds7 s8 v t7 U4 X- W
This is what Love says, standing at the door
0 Q5 w( \# {* x* e1 P5 \You don’t have to be who you’ve been before
! w/ L9 c6 G: RSilenced by His voice, death can’t speak again9 Q) Q: ~ l4 d9 x1 I2 ]
This is how Love wins
6 p! ~9 s( [' M4 p! S, Z3 WDid you see this moment from the start! \+ F0 q+ Q+ v! e+ S
That we would drink this of cup of suffering?: C5 b' @) C( A0 }3 @; l* c
I wonder, did we ever meet?* Q m' b2 l6 r; `) t: ~1 k
Childhood games in dusty streets
- {0 L" s( ` m; Z) tFor all my many sorrows and regrets9 |# _9 _' \% t& u6 f: r3 R
Nothing could compare to just this one
* l3 x, n& N9 F2 j4 pThat in the presence of my King d, O# A) r; V
I cannot fall upon my knees# b; @2 n& v; j8 G! }
I cannot carry You up to Your throne. c9 ]( e% Y, i. D* F% T1 P
You instead, will carry me back home.
4 c4 F! t( a0 e) t2 `/ a( oWhat can wash away my sin?; r3 x. n& m# O% J( w
Nothing but the blood, nothing but the blood! W( Y. ?" @$ W1 h a7 P2 c
What can make me whole again?
' m+ K( G- _# P( Q- T2 @7 zNothing but the blood, Nothing but the blood1 j) w$ Y \/ o. L9 v- B6 V
Because this is what Love say, standing at the door; c2 d' h5 P" v# k6 C: U# D
You don’t have to be who you’ve been before
4 s0 e G! M5 C: c" k$ Y! a% a$ P7 cAnd silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again; d' I1 C: H8 ?& F* E. @# w9 Q
This is how Love wins. 8 a) w( A- @6 @3 Y3 j" g! R
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