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发表于 22.6.2012 10:39:34
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My life began like any other man
. P# @; U) y/ q& MHeld beneath a mother’s loving gaze
% U G: h9 r* F! l% t0 oSomewhere between now and then# D* |6 \9 l e! t- m
I lost the man I could have been4 _5 T9 o. H3 I5 `. l, o
Took everything that wasn’t mine to take# c) h) l4 p! Y5 @. i5 K, D
But Love believes that it is not too late
0 f' I; x- T4 P4 O8 a9 J, yOnly one of us deserves this cross9 l* c* E3 l1 k0 ^/ x* T/ F" B
A suffering that should belong to me
$ _4 _( f& J- ]: KDeep within this man I hang beside
# l, A, {# s+ |- iIs the place where shame and grace collide
8 D/ U' x( b5 m' k& q- U9 uAnd it’s beautiful agony
$ g1 a% m; K" V4 N* ZThat He believes it’s not too late for me; b2 i/ l5 q# d+ x
This is how Love wins, every single time
J$ I0 f0 o3 m6 AClimbing high upon a tree where someone else should die
, u1 c" Q( i* J" X. lThis is how Love heals, the deepest part of you7 g( K- I- Z# j# A7 x+ i
Letting Himself bleed into the middle of your wounds
_) g1 Z2 v* l( @1 \5 gThis is what Love says, standing at the door
K- O- O( e% A* r0 y2 KYou don’t have to be who you’ve been before( X0 |) Q+ g3 |1 S
Silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again
f1 l2 p; L3 W5 n( \This is how Love wins
5 x( y" A: h& q8 ]8 q& ^5 JDid you see this moment from the start& \2 D2 E" t: c* Z$ o+ h/ d
That we would drink this of cup of suffering?1 [+ J! v5 b- g* M
I wonder, did we ever meet?' h9 c* l* v) P$ u: f0 m0 T: y3 L
Childhood games in dusty streets0 B! m3 y4 ^5 Z: O4 n. w3 Q7 i: P
For all my many sorrows and regrets
: m) w& y' D0 |' j) Q/ K: RNothing could compare to just this one
/ j% C' v* {+ |: [That in the presence of my King
. l6 d" k5 }6 y# U* oI cannot fall upon my knees# t; b6 A$ c. \; k
I cannot carry You up to Your throne
, F3 U- ~( M& ]) |; J8 e: u$ a. UYou instead, will carry me back home./ K9 E" P1 A+ [) Q& w
What can wash away my sin?
4 u9 `; ~8 A% L [Nothing but the blood, nothing but the blood# v/ g0 `0 h" Y+ O
What can make me whole again?
/ n' R- T; t+ m1 ^( VNothing but the blood, Nothing but the blood: X5 Q, t: r( `& e
Because this is what Love say, standing at the door8 V; m1 ~; p- n- h6 O0 Q9 Y
You don’t have to be who you’ve been before2 b8 C" }! W, b6 f7 q% X. H
And silenced by His voice, death can’t speak again( m4 U+ ~; [8 {8 v' O8 _$ P# M i
This is how Love wins. 6 F% w+ s& P& a0 `4 g9 ~( j/ p
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