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There was a day we held our breath |
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And felt the sting of bitter death |
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When all our hopes were buried in the grave |
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Our eyes awake, Our hearts were torn |
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Between our faith and what we knew |
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Before our King was buried in the grave |
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Grace was in the tension |
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Of everything we've lost |
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Standing empty handed |
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Shattered by the cross |
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All we had, all we had |
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Was a promise like a thread |
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Holding us, keeping us |
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oh from fraying at the edge |
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All we knew, all we knew |
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is you said you'd come again |
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You'd rise, you'd rise up from the dead |
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There was a day we looked for proof |
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That you had risen from the tomb |
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And all our doubts began to roll away |
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We touched the scars upon your hands |
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You kept your word, Son of Man |
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You buried death by taking on the grave |
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You came here to save us |
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'Cause everything was lost |
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No longer empty handed |
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Clinging to the cross |