| You are the topic of every epic we have ever been told
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| And as I stand on this cliff, the wind whips through me and I am made bold
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| Once again, Your presence creeps into my consciousness
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| Grace made tangible in this newly anointed place
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| And I am brought to my clear senses
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| That none of my perceived failings or disgrace
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| Has ever touched my being or inheritance
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| I am whole, I am clean, I am free
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| And I brought to my knees
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| Sink in; |
| permeate this weary flesh
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| Breathe; |
| life as clean and fresh
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| As the salt-seasoned breeze
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| Please Father, pull me to my feet
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| ‘Why are you kneeling, my son?
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| I put strength in that back-bone
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| Knowing that you would fall
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| But I promise, you will never taste defeat
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| You are whole, you are clean, you are free
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| Get up, rise from your knees!'
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| We can no longer linger in the shadows of our shame and brokenness
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| For as sure as the wind blows
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| He has already redeemed all of this
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| Live as whole, live as clean, live as free
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| Everything you were made to be
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| Standing at the edge of self-discovery
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| Tired and weary
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| Our body trembles, buckles
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| We are afraid of being hurt again
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| Been stabbed in the back by our own friends
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| We don’t know if we can mend
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| Minds riddled with unsuccessful recoveries
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| We’re scared
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| Lord, we’re terrified
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| But dive in we must
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| Cause there has to be something better than this
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| For we see testimony of You in the sea
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| Your creation, all of nature
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| So with a sudden rush
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| We abandon our solitary perching place
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| And as we wash away the mourning dust
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| Immersed; |
| we see Your face |