| He weeps, but no one hear
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| Is this the final point of his life?
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| The direction of his soul
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| A painting in dark
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| Where is he to go In this maze of confusion
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| Will someone give him the strength
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| To chance and forsake this path
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| Is there somewhere a heart
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| Full of freedom who can call his name?
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| He strives towards
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| Meaningless, endless horizons
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| Traveling and searching
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| For true lifegiving peace
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| He wipes his tears with golden cloth
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| Lost in the lie: «This is all you need»
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| He asks: Is there any true peace at all?
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| These cries for help echoes louder
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| Through the dark night of his soul
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| But while praying in despair
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| He discerns the shape of Love incarnated
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| There he is, the One
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| Wearing the bloodied crown of thorns
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| His heart is beating with mercy
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| And his peace caused the escape of fear
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| But a silent mist arise
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| Covering the vision of loving truth
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| With a scornful smile
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| The evil one pull down the veil
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| Over the human face
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| While telling the constant lie
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| This mercy is not for you
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| Twisting God’s true words
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| In the presence of honest seeking of truth
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| That lies is spoken by the lips
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| Painted with immutable cruelty
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| The own flesh is to weak to resist it But God has seen the will of his heart
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| And listen: the scarlet story is told.
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| He can hear the sound of dripping blood
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| Deliverance is made
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| The punishment for his transgressions
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| Are obliterated at the cross
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| The final cry from God’s
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| Faultless wounded Son brought freedom
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| The sins are crucified, restoration is given
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| And the veil is lifted off
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| He turn his eyes to the hill
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| Beholding the destiny of his mistakes
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| There hangs the one who paid his price
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| The one who conquered death itself
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| He looks towards the new horizons
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| Where the sun never sets
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| And starts to walk in its direction
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| On the path of the eternal life |