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When I cease to resist |
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deliverance begins. |
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A sting in my heart, |
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face to face with the truth about myself |
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I can't evade the encounter with the Spirit of Truth. |
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When someone lifts my eyes and |
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lets me see everything created with new eyes |
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without a veil concealing my sight, |
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struck with wonder, I fall into tears. |
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Free from agony. |
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Tears renewing, cleansing my soul. |
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When I case to resist |
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deliverance begins. |
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A sting in my heart |
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Face to face with the truth about myself |
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I can't evade the encounter with the Spirit of Truth |
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Tears of contrition |
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What can I do but cry |
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at the sight of my own sin? |
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How I ravaged the beauty, |
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neglected the gift of life. |
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Without a veil concealing my sight. |
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struck with wonder, I fall into tears. |
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Free from agony. |
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Tears renewing, cleansing my soul. |
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An abysmal deliverance when I look through my soul. |
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The suffering is overwhelming, yet full of grace. |
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Tears not leaving misery behind, |
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In that lies the beginning of a new day, |
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A resurrection from death. |
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Those tears are my love for You |
