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Lyrics:
Entitled to proof, we cannot bear (what we do not know) We would rather die alone in disrepair (on our dark hills alone)
Look past our wayward souls that demand the holes of Your hand
God, You know the hearts of men Your mercy has no end
(There is no reason) for this grace In any place of our lives We’re coldhearted, corrupted, commandeering our demise We come We go You always know The pain It sows To see your children sink so low.
God, You know the hearts of men Your mercy has no end Look past our wayward souls that demand the holes of Your hand
You reached down and saved us from our debt Now reach down and save us from our doubt
Oh how long the saving arm of God
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