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I believe in a blessing |
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I don't understand |
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I've seen rain fall on wicked and the just |
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Rain is no measure of his faithfulness |
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He withholds no good thing from us |
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No good thing from us, no good thing from us |
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I believe in a peace that flows deeper than pain |
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That broken find healing in love |
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Pain is no measure of his faithfulness |
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He withholds no good thing from us |
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No good thing from us, no good thing from us |
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I will open my hands, will open my heart |
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I will open my hands, will open my heart |
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I am nodding my head an emphatic yes |
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To all that |
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You have for me |
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I believe in a fountain that will never dry |
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Though I've thirsted and didn't have enough |
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Thirst is no measure of his faithfulness |
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He withholds no good thing from us |
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No good thing from us, no good thing from us |
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I will open my hands, will open my heart |
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I will open my hands, will open my heart |
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I am nodding my head an emphatic yes |
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To all that |
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You have for me |
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No good thing from us |
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No good thing from us |
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He withholds no good thing from us |
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I will open my hands, will open my heart |
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I will open my hands, will open my heart |
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I am nodding my head an emphatic yes |
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To all that |
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You have for me |
