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1 g6 W1 I# ?' |. l$ UMy life began like any other man5 X+ |) o- U6 n0 r1 Z$ s
Held beneath a mother’s loving gaze& e2 T T' B" D6 C% }$ X" D7 b9 T! d
Somewhere between now and then
; y8 ?1 F* }5 P+ z/ W ~: NI lost the man I could have been
* n/ ]* ?1 T7 y: E7 {3 \9 a* ?Took everything that wasn’t mine to take
5 c/ ]' [$ r8 m- Q, @% v3 p. JBut Love believes that it is not too late
5 ]- X) ^! K4 c/ ZOnly one of us deserves this cross9 a5 a$ M9 }. o8 K- `
A suffering that should belong to me% ?5 r/ I& A6 i. G' z+ A0 I
Deep within this man I hang beside
8 i4 @" Q6 H# ^. v+ XIs the place where shame and grace collide
0 R$ C) L6 `" cAnd it’s beautiful agony
' v6 ]4 A/ L$ ^* PThat He believes it’s not too late for me4 {4 ]- h" T/ s* H
This is how Love wins, every single time
. }7 n a9 l: C# X/ }Climbing high upon a tree where someone else should die
) K0 q2 ^, V l) MThis is how Love heals, the deepest part of you
# J4 a8 ^- X: ?( MLetting Himself bleed into the middle of your wounds
: j. e4 {' i4 w4 Y2 s4 n9 UThis is what Love says, standing at the door9 a+ M' n. ^# O" b( v
You don’t have to be who you’ve been before6 P& X5 N$ A( H$ g' y! R1 v h
Silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again
, }& I2 N! v3 t1 k% J+ z5 ~5 n hThis is how Love wins( f6 {4 f6 X N9 c
Did you see this moment from the start
7 X3 j1 K; Y! X7 p( g u: G( E2 KThat we would drink this of cup of suffering?
+ l- {% R8 n- ]I wonder, did we ever meet?% \4 P W( {: Q& P9 j3 J8 n
Childhood games in dusty streets* r3 a4 R) B7 T9 L- d
For all my many sorrows and regrets6 h4 V: w6 w, h1 I
Nothing could compare to just this one. {7 F' F4 g3 r) X- j2 k
That in the presence of my King2 t5 N4 G9 ]2 C) z' G
I cannot fall upon my knees
+ u: e6 O0 f/ p# A q6 kI cannot carry You up to Your throne/ B' A3 l& ^& l
You instead, will carry me back home.$ f: ~! e. [. Y7 h2 F3 V
What can wash away my sin?% s; D; w. r# ]1 D' e+ n
Nothing but the blood, nothing but the blood
* r. F6 [0 k( ~+ T2 ^0 T$ MWhat can make me whole again?
% k+ ~* Z' A* D7 }3 a; UNothing but the blood, Nothing but the blood9 P, Z* j& J% J! l0 Y" L
Because this is what Love say, standing at the door1 h9 @. b0 C% [# {* }
You don’t have to be who you’ve been before
' \. L! i3 t6 J; L; IAnd silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again
9 \$ G) [6 Q, _- pThis is how Love wins. , v0 j4 k# {3 `5 o" Y9 ^2 n
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