These
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these final days
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in agony
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spent holding your word so tightly
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all the while
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and you
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falsify His name
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degrading the dream
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and it all becomes a testament to thee
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with no return it all means nothing
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therefore your judgement
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seems shadowed
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to me
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with the love
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He has shown
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we weild the tools
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and by His grace and through the same the service
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is just and true
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and still the threat is so real
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removed from His view
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compells me
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makes me praise His name in everything I do
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we do as of your will now
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now is the stand
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His sacrifice
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showed more compassion than any other man
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Pray hard
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these final days
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spent in your arms
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and we won't be left here
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to suffer
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in sin
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without His love
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you can't begin life
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we shall overcome
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stand strong
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His work is not yet done
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the stand
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The Stand
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| Bloody Sunday |
