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in the palace in the land of mercy |
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the king looked out from his throne |
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he saw the sick and the homeless and hungry |
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he saw me lost and without hope |
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and moved with compassion |
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he sent out his only son |
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with the invitation to come |
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this is your invitation |
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come just the way you are |
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come find what your soul has been longing for |
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come find your peace |
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come join the feast |
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come in this is your invitation |
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so i stood outside the gates and trembled |
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in my rags of unworthiness |
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afraid to even stand at a distance |
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in the presence of holiness |
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but just as i turned to go |
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the gates swung open wide |
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and the king and his only son |
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they invited me inside |
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so now will you come with me |
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to where the gates swing open wide |
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the king and his only son |
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are inviting us inside |
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this is our invitation |
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come sinner as you are |
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come find what your soul has been longing for |
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come find your peace |
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come join the feast |
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come in this is your invitation |
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this is our invitation |
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this is the invitation |
