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So many years I heard it told |
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The story of compassion |
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A prodigal son who left the fold |
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And found no satisfaction |
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On my knees, Lord, I cried out to You |
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"I'm so alone |
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But if there's room in Your house for one more |
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I'm ready to come back home" |
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I know there is a place |
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Where arms of compassion welcome me home |
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Sweet mercy falls like rain |
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I know there's a place called grace |
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So many days I've trusted grace |
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Yet I have to wonder |
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How many times my human strength |
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Has kept me from surrender |
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The more I learn just to lean on the cross |
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The more I see |
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When I fall, I will fall to the place |
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Where mercy reaches me |
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If it seems that my courage is strong |
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There's just one reason |
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He's my rock when my faith is all gone |
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He holds me in His arms |
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Gives me strength to carry on |
