In the dark night
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Is there a shelter or a rescue light?
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Is there a fire burning up the plight
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that plagues my shallow heart?
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Because lately, I swear this world is just a maze to me
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My eyes are blinded by the things I see
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That are tearing us all apart
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So God of the universe
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Do You hear the cries that pour out from all the earth?
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Can Your hands of glory reach down and heal the hurt of the broken?
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For so long, the hands of hunger held an empty song
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Under the burden that they don’t belong
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It’s the poverty of the soul
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But the weight of, the weight of glory can still rise above
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Capture the captives on the wings of love
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And carry us to our home
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So God of the universe
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Do You hear the cries that pour out from all the earth,
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Can Your hands of glory reach down and heal the hurt of the broken?
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And God of eternal things
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Will You give us eyes to see all the light You bring?
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Will You be the voice that causes our hearts to sing for the broken?
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Can we fall in love again for the first time?
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We wanna fall in love again just like the first time
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Can we fall in love again?
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God of the universe
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When we hear the cries that pour out from all the earth
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Will You give us hands to reach out and heal the hurt of the broken?
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And God over everything
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Will You give us eyes to see all the light You bring
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Will You be the voice that causes our hearts to sing for the broken?
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The Broken
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| Bebo Norman |
