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There's a line that is drawn through the ages |
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On that line stands an old rugged cross |
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On that cross, a battle is raging |
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To gain a man's soul or it's loss |
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On one side, march the forces of evil |
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All the demons, all the devils of hell |
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On the other, the angels of glory |
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And they meet on Golgotha's hill |
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The earth shakes with the force of the conflict |
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And the sun refuses to shine |
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For there hangs God's son, in the balance |
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And then through the darkness he cries |
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It is finished, the battle is over |
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It is finished, there'll be no more war |
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It is finished, the end of the conflict |
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It is finished and Jesus is Lord |
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Yet in my heart, the battle was still raging |
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Not all prisoners of war had come home |
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These were battlefields of my own making |
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I didn't know that the war had been won |
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Oh, but then I heard the king of the ages |
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Had fought all the battles for me |
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And that victory was mine for the claiming |
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And now praise his name, I am free. |
