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发表于 22.6.2012 10:39:34
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; w' p6 B) U* \, P2 u( wMy life began like any other man
9 n1 u1 [* n1 f, bHeld beneath a mother’s loving gaze
1 S# ~0 U6 w9 ^Somewhere between now and then
) z. O, ?" ^- aI lost the man I could have been8 U. ]# \- |1 H8 h
Took everything that wasn’t mine to take: i9 {' M6 H2 w. e0 Z& A
But Love believes that it is not too late
6 T2 m/ D( O' n) t* _' i# DOnly one of us deserves this cross& _& t1 m& l8 x0 d0 M, o; p
A suffering that should belong to me% R4 [2 W( x$ [' A: ^
Deep within this man I hang beside* B* V3 _2 v8 N& v; @
Is the place where shame and grace collide6 R6 {6 {% F0 f; x) r
And it’s beautiful agony
3 H8 A6 {( ]( n8 F. K* xThat He believes it’s not too late for me9 ~ H9 _. L$ r K( Z" M4 i% v" P
This is how Love wins, every single time5 ~! N6 U0 ~! A4 k+ N
Climbing high upon a tree where someone else should die
, s' k% d" l/ c% yThis is how Love heals, the deepest part of you
0 B* M! u7 J: J: R4 p( q: ELetting Himself bleed into the middle of your wounds
0 M- v" j- t1 C' D$ VThis is what Love says, standing at the door
+ k5 A5 x" }- Z" kYou don’t have to be who you’ve been before
" ^# h5 |+ R' d0 ]) ^: W: m* vSilenced by His voice, death can’t speak again
$ k3 V5 \! q I0 u S9 _& \, ]! i! tThis is how Love wins1 E4 _1 n9 `% L" B) H8 L" p
Did you see this moment from the start
) f1 [ w2 a& _5 e5 mThat we would drink this of cup of suffering?" ^- M" k" n c9 _4 O
I wonder, did we ever meet?( q( P9 V3 L, c, p2 T
Childhood games in dusty streets% B( m0 S9 S& i. [+ J
For all my many sorrows and regrets
; P. x/ Q1 C3 V# wNothing could compare to just this one
6 @& m% ]) H! |" pThat in the presence of my King
" V6 D0 S B8 r- `! xI cannot fall upon my knees
# O/ Y z1 }' j: tI cannot carry You up to Your throne+ g. Z4 [ F6 f2 P+ T
You instead, will carry me back home.
" Y( J* A& F) N' V( n. AWhat can wash away my sin?" Z- w4 n$ N% A( r+ g& M
Nothing but the blood, nothing but the blood
5 K0 i9 B" V* Y0 K4 o1 m0 Y, BWhat can make me whole again?- U) @6 D g0 r* Y5 M' H# _
Nothing but the blood, Nothing but the blood
: `) q# P- o* g0 F& Z. F" l2 v! eBecause this is what Love say, standing at the door
! L7 y# ^, D) PYou don’t have to be who you’ve been before3 Z1 r0 c# _& j+ O( @+ Z3 r5 Y
And silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again; R! @& q' h) [8 h: D
This is how Love wins. 3 |% J8 U/ K% b/ b, C* j. G- u: r
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