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We all have known someone |
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Whose life has come undone |
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But careful lest you fall |
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For help you will call |
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The Word was my desire |
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To calm the raging fire |
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Within me burning |
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And solace I did find |
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My wounds He did bind |
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The trials were sent in love |
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To make me rise above |
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And like the prodigal son |
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Thy will be done |
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It's been some years I fear |
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Since I to Him drew near |
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I feel no pain inside |
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The trials were sent in love |
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To make me rise above |
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And like the prodigal son |
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Thy will be done |
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Will I ever fell Your love again |
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And is this empty heart something you'll mend |
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Carry the wounded |
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Can my mind and will on you depend |
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Or will I fade into oblivion |
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Carry the wounded, carry the wounded |
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You are the lost sheep I long to find |
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My love for you the unconditional kind |
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Carry the wounded |
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The plans I have for you are not to harm |
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But you must listen, this is your alarm |
