He's brought me here
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where things are clear
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and trials turn to gold
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He's shared with me
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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 world
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but You changed my filthy rags
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to linen white as snow
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the view from here
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is nothing near
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to what it is for You
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i've tried to see
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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've 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
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my urge to sing
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and praise the things above
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now words could say
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the glorious way
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You've changed me with Your love
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He's brought me here
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where things are clear
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and trials turned to gold
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Trials Turned to Gold
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PFR ( Pray For Rain ) |