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发表于 22.6.2012 10:39:34
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My life began like any other man
% y& q5 x/ @7 Y5 A x9 B" C1 ^Held beneath a mother’s loving gaze
, e! {! W; z; I9 Y* ESomewhere between now and then; T; T* e3 R7 _* F: y! p& ?! O
I lost the man I could have been
5 P( U2 i+ s2 @Took everything that wasn’t mine to take! W9 o% ], E4 M* i7 ?: k
But Love believes that it is not too late
6 W8 R# L1 f& Z& p1 g# v4 s$ COnly one of us deserves this cross
0 ^+ ~: M$ ]) [A suffering that should belong to me9 |4 {. b$ w: T5 b) M
Deep within this man I hang beside F8 V+ E2 E8 l2 v
Is the place where shame and grace collide
, {$ m7 T9 y5 L9 rAnd it’s beautiful agony
- ]! y3 j5 U! ^$ c$ C/ l4 WThat He believes it’s not too late for me
. e; ?6 X& E' W. \. XThis is how Love wins, every single time; a/ q4 l- R' B, y$ D: X
Climbing high upon a tree where someone else should die3 g- A. ?0 A8 L3 q/ H4 c
This is how Love heals, the deepest part of you
* j2 X+ I2 l$ g$ oLetting Himself bleed into the middle of your wounds! A$ h7 [- ?0 F
This is what Love says, standing at the door
, u' q3 ]: o& V5 y' P7 DYou don’t have to be who you’ve been before
0 R( {1 q* F3 k9 e! K) ZSilenced by His voice, death can’t speak again$ |3 I' g! T$ X. E1 Z& z
This is how Love wins" T1 x5 P H# i
Did you see this moment from the start
3 {3 V4 Q0 \$ V" n' H8 ?, ~$ ]That we would drink this of cup of suffering?
, z' o# [. |9 A+ Q9 lI wonder, did we ever meet?
1 h2 m: J" T5 M' [* ~Childhood games in dusty streets1 n! x3 F$ S3 \$ j
For all my many sorrows and regrets8 D* H! f1 n% P% u/ T; l( k
Nothing could compare to just this one
: p8 W# h/ q ^7 RThat in the presence of my King
% B6 R7 u$ K7 U; f5 MI cannot fall upon my knees. A: H/ v8 ]. A$ I8 M& `
I cannot carry You up to Your throne( q" s; I$ ]: p) _, p b* i
You instead, will carry me back home.: s( M- a9 v$ x, B* {% |/ ?
What can wash away my sin?7 x6 n( ^1 G9 G( ]5 r/ e+ x
Nothing but the blood, nothing but the blood% E4 |# \4 L( {2 B9 @3 x
What can make me whole again?+ d; R. b2 }; z& r4 `
Nothing but the blood, Nothing but the blood3 [7 w" J D. L: u3 g9 @
Because this is what Love say, standing at the door# O3 x1 U8 a! o' u9 c
You don’t have to be who you’ve been before
; f+ T+ I) Z4 V1 |/ T5 n% eAnd silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again, X' A, A6 x7 T& S- x, B
This is how Love wins.
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