| What a terrible thing to fall into the hands of a living God
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| Screaming, «It's not my fault!» |
| But the devil does not fight fair
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| An evil plague of sin is consuming this shell of good
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| Secrets hidden from the eyes of man are revealed in Your presence…
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| Are revealed in Your presence
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| A worthless shield put up to hide the iniquities, day after passing day
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| Crying out to your creation… crying out, «I Am, I am here.»…
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| «I Am, I am here.»
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| But the devil does not fight fair, while it falls upon deaf ears as though
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| never spoken before
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| What a terrible thing to fall into the hands of a living God
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| Screaming, «It's not my fault!» |
| But the devil does not fight fair
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| And when you stand before His seat of judgment, what will you hear?
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| What will you hear?
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| «I never knew you. |
| I don’t care! |
| And while you stood on the street corners,
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| screaming your prayers, I starved to death, naked and bare! |
| But you never
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| cared! |
| You never turned your head as I begged beneath pointing, crooked fingers
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| attached to crooked, faithless men! |
| I am consumed by your anger!
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| Terrified by your rage! |
| Love and grace? |
| What a beautiful revelation in
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| relation to the patience you practice towards the sin that you hate.
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| This is the message that I proclaim: Kiss the Son! |
| Because the day will come
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| that you perish from the way. |
| You’re toying with the flint that starts the
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| sparks that turn into the fire that fan the flames. |
| I could have been your
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| escape! |
| I Am! |
| But the devil does not fight fair. |
| You sweep people away like
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| dreams that disappear! |
| I Am! |
| But the devil does not fight fair. |
| I could have
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| been your escape!» |