There is such hope in the stories we've been told
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Recounted endless times by the aging and old
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Tales of peace, worship and holy places
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Palaces adorned with gold and lofty terraces
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But I'm always left with quiet dismay
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Cause I'm told that some of those I love won't be with me
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So I'm left behind in an eternal place
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Cause the ones who meant the most didn't receive Your grace
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They called it beautiful, but to me it holds nothing that is holy
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I can only know what I've seen
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And what I've seen is that You've made us clean
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Given us the right to be anything we want to be
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Why would You give me eyes to see and then deny me these?
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Eternity is a lock found inside our hearts and You've handed Humanity the key
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So I won't be swayed by fantasies of unquenchable flames
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Or some place of torment, the damned never to see Your face
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We are all Your creation
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You love us all the same
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A Father doesn't sit idly by while His children are maimed
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I've seen true Grace
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I promise you we will never feel the lick of those flames
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Where Death is your glory?
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Where Death is your sting?
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For we are all children of the King
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Every last one an eternal being
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So I'll reject your fear and hatred
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For I bring Good News that will be for all nations!
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I've seen wholeness in the broken
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I've seen health in the sick
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Why do we stifle the Word You've spoken?
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If it kills me, I'll tear these walls down brick by brick
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I've seen hospitality in the homeless
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I've seen Light in the darkness
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And I've seen hope in the damned
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So if all that has meant the most to me isn't present after my last breath
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Count me with the fallen sheep and send me to the depths
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If They're Not Counted, Count Me Out
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| Being As An Ocean |
