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You are the topic of every epic we have ever been told
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And as I stand on this cliff, the wind whips through me and I am made bold
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Once again, Your presence creeps into my consciousness
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Grace made tangible in this newly anointed place
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And I am brought to my clear senses
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That none of my perceived failings or disgrace
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Has ever touched my being or inheritance
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I am whole, I am clean, I am free
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And I brought to my knees
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Sink in; permeate this weary flesh
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Breathe; life as clean and fresh
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As the salt-seasoned breeze
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Please Father, pull me to my feet
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'Why are you kneeling, my son?
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I put strength in that back-bone
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Knowing that you would fall
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But I promise, you will never taste defeat
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You are whole, you are clean, you are free
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Get up, rise from your knees!'
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We can no longer linger in the shadows of our shame and brokenness
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For as sure as the wind blows
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He has already redeemed all of this
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Live as whole, live as clean, live as free
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Everything you were made to be
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Standing at the edge of self-discovery
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Tired and weary
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Our body trembles, buckles
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We are afraid of being hurt again
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Been stabbed in the back by our own friends
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We don't know if we can mend
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Minds riddled with unsuccessful recoveries
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We're scared
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Lord, we're terrified
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But dive in we must
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Cause there has to be something better than this
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For we see testimony of You in the sea
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Your creation, all of nature
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So with a sudden rush
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We abandon our solitary perching place
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And as we wash away the mourning dust
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Immersed; we see Your face
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Name The Sea Always Seems to Put Me At Ease
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Artist Being As An Ocean
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Album Dear G-D...
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