Have I come too casually?
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Because it seems to me
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There's something I've neglected
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How does one approach a Deity
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with informality
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And still protect the Sacred?
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'Cause you came and chose to wear the skin of all of us
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And it's easy to forget You left a throne
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And the line gets blurry all the time
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Between daily and Divine
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And it's hard to know the difference
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Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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Face down on the ground do I dare
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To take the liberty to stare at you
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Oh, let me not,
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Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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What a shame to think that I'd appear
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Even slightly cavalier
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In the matter of salvation
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Do I claim this gift You freely gave
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As if it were mine to take
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With such little hesitation?
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'Cause you came and stood among the very least of us
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And it's easy to forget you left a throne
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Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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Face down on the ground do I dare
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To take the liberty to stare at you
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Oh, let me not
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Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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The cradle of the grave could not contain Your Divinity
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Neither can I oversimplify this love
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Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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Face down on the ground do I dare
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To take the liberty to stare at you
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Oh, let me
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Oh, let me not forget to tremble
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Tremble
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| Nichole Nordeman |
