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A thorn, a rose / A blessing I suppose / An all seeing eye / Not mine to question or wonder why • For the hem, of Your garment / Lord, I am reaching up / In just one moment / You can remove from me this cup • So Lord, I am asking / And I am praying / You said seek and ye shall find / Oh, in my suffering / I am knocking / With all of my heart, soul and knuckles combined / For Your touch • Your grace and mercy / Love and pity / A miracle, a sign / Lord, I claim Your promise as mine • Through the very finger of God / We are healed by Him / And I choose to be a victor, not a victim
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| Layton Howerton |
