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Some called him a prophet |
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Some called him a saint |
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Some couldn't believe their eyes |
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Or the words he had to say |
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Some called him crazy |
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Some thought he was strange |
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But I have felt his touch |
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And I'll never be the same |
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I call him love |
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I call him mercy |
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I called him out of my darkness and pain |
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And he answered my need |
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I call him love |
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I call him healing |
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He is the one who has filled me with hope |
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And restored life to me, I call him love |
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Some call him a mystery |
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A power without a face |
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Some feel He's a distant father |
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That they could not embrace |
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But I have felt his touch and I'll never be the same |
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I call him love |
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I call him mercy |
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I called him out of my darkness and pain |
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And he answered my need |
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I call him love |
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I call him healing |
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He is the one who has filled me with hope |
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And restored life to me, I call him love |
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'Cause he reached out to me |
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I'm overwhelmed by the grace I have received |
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I call him love |
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I call him mercy |
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I called him out of my darkness and pain |
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And he answered my need |
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I call him love |
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I call him healing |
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He is the one who has filled me with hope |
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And restored life to me, I call him love |
