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Born into a world of hate |
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Cast out, by the hands of vanity |
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Body, twisted, a wall of pain |
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Jesus save me from this dying humanity [x2] |
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(Her) existence a gift bestowed by the nail pierced hands |
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(The) struggles never ending, haunting her every breath |
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(Her) witness a rose in a cold and desolate land |
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(Her) faith so strong, defying death. |
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A hurting blemished infancy wrought with affliction scars |
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(Her) strength, tower divine, (A) comfort to never cease |
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(Her) love a river of hope, pulling down the prison bars |
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(The) fear a distant voice, taken by the prince of peace. |
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Now is the time, my Lord does call |
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To walk with him throughout eternity |
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The Son of God has given all |
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Releasing me from the grip of my infirmity |
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The heavens are opening wide |
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My Saviour stands at my side |
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My form is tortured no more |
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His Blood, my body, restored. |
