He's brought me here, where things are clear
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And trials turn to gold
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He shared with me, His victory
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He won in days of old
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Oh Lord, I don't deserve
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The riches of your word
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But You've changed my filthy rags
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To linen white as snow
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The view from here is nothing near
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To what it is for You
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I tried to see Your plan for me
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But I only acted like I knew
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Oh Lord forgive the times
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I tried to read your mind
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Cause you said if I'd be still
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Then I would hear your voice
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My Lord, my King, my urge to sing
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And praise the things above
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No words can say the glorious way
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You changed me with your love
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He's brought me low, so I could know
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The way to reach the heights
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To forsake my dreams, my self esteem
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And give up all my rights
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With each one that I lay down
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A jewel's placed in my crown
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Cause His love, the things above
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Is all we'll ever need
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He's brought me here, where things are clear
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And trials turn to gold
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Trials Turned To Gold
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| Keith Green |
