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This is a draught, been living without
The one thing life requires
What a mess, passionless
Somewhere I lost the fire

Oh my, my, where has it gone?
Can anybody turn this beat back on
My heart is fast asleep
Dreaming it could bleed

For something that’s real
My desperate appeal
God, I’m getting tired of the way I feel
When I would rather be alive

I want to wake up
I want to restart
Put the drumbeat back in my heart
I need to be revived
Bring me back to life

Coming on slow head to toe
The pulse is back again
It’s grace in my veins – replacing the pain
Bringing me back from the dead

Oh my, my, now I can see
You heard me cry emergency
Screaming out for help
You saved me from myself

The fires returned
I’m letting it burn
There’s nothing better in the whole wide world
It feels so good to be alive

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You see all of the pieces
But I see a life I can mold
You see a bunch of blank pages
But I see potential untold

Before you give up
Before your heart breaks
Open your eyes to this picture of grace, and just

Slow down, take a breath in this moment
Leave all the worries you’re carrying
Be still in the midst of this madness
Let go of all that you fear
‘Cause I’ve already set your heart free
So leave all the changing to me

You see the doubt and the questions
But I see the wrestling with faith
You see someone worth nothing
But I see someone I can save

Life is a long road
So hard to follow
You feel like you’ll never win
Just trust in my love
And let me take care of the rest
So you can begin

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Don’t you remember
You were happier when you were younger
Things were so simple yeah
‘Til the day he walked out on your mother
But now you blame yourself because you’re by yourself
You feel like it’s not gonna change
You’re crying on the floor ’cause you can take no more
Looking for a way to escape

And all this time
Saying you were fine
And everyone still to blame
Well there you are
You and your broken heart
It’s written all over your face

Don’t you know
Don’t you know that you’re beautiful yeah
Don’t you know
Don’t you know that you’re beautiful

I see you laughing
But I know inside that you’re crying
Just tell me what happened when things went wrong
We’ll try to make sense of it all
Please don’t blame yourself ’cause you’re not by yourself
I’ve been right here all along
Don’t have to be alone because you’ve always know
Wherever your heart is my home

Can’t you see what you mean to me
Can’t you see what you mean to me

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My hands are searching for you…
My arms are outstretched towards you
I feel you on my fingertips…
My tongue dances behind my lips for you
This fire runs in through my being…
Burning I’m not used to seeing you

I’m alive, I’m alive

I can feel you all around me
Thickening the air I’m breathing
Holding on to what I’m feeling
Savoring this heart that’s healing

My hands float up above me…
And you whisper you love me
And I begin to fade into our secret place
The music makes me sway…
The angels singing say we are alone with you…
I am alone and they are too with you

And so I cry…
The light is white…
And I see you…

Take my hand I give it to you
Now you own me, all I am…
You said you would never leave me
I believe you, I believe…

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The wise counsel God gives when I’m awake is confirmed by my sleeping heart. Day and night I’ll stick with God; I’ve got a good thing going and I’m not letting go.  Hallelujah! I give thanks to God with everything I’ve got. Wherever good people gather, and in the congregation. God’s works are so great, worth A lifetime of study, endless enjoyment! Splendor and beauty mark his craft; His generosity never gives out. His miracles are his memorial. This God of Grace, this God of Love.  He gave food to those who fear him, He remembered to keep his ancient promise. He proved to his people that he could do what he said: Hand them the nations on a platter, a gift! He manufactures truth and justice; All his products are guaranteed to last. Never out-of-date, never obsolete, rust-proof. All that he makes and does is honest and true: He paid the ransom for his people, He ordered his Covenant kept forever. He’s so personal and holy, worthy of our respect. The good life begins in the fear of God. Do that and you’ll know the blessing of God. His Hallelujah lasts forever!

Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don’t try to figure out everything on your own.
Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he’s the one who will keep you on track. Don’t assume that you know it all. Run to God! Run from evil!
Your body will glow with health, your very bones will vibrate with life! Honor God with everything you own;  give him the first and the best. Your barns will burst, your wine vats will brim over. But don’t, dear friend, resent God’s discipline; don’t sulk under his loving correction. It’s the child he loves that God corrects; a father’s delight is behind all this.

Trust God from the bottom of your heart; don’t try to figure out everything on your own.Listen for God’s voice in everything you do, everywhere you go; he’s the one who will keep you on track. Don’t assume that you know it all. Run to God! Run from evil!Your body will glow with health, your very bones will vibrate with life! Honor God with everything you own;  give him the first and the best. Your barns will burst, your wine vats will brim over. But don’t, dear friend, resent God’s discipline; don’t sulk under his loving correction. It’s the child he loves that God corrects; a father’s delight is behind all this.

You’re blessed when you meet Lady Wisdom, when you make friends with Madame Insight. She’s worth far more than money in the bank; her friendship is better than a big salary. Her value exceeds all the trappings of wealth; nothing you could wish for holds a candle to her. With one hand she gives long life, with the other she confers recognition. Her manner is beautiful, her life wonderfully complete. She’s the very Tree of Life to those who embrace her. Hold her tight, and be blessed! God’s curse blights the house of the wicked, but he blesses the home of the righteous. He gives proud skeptics a cold shoulder, but if you’re down on your luck, he’s right there to help. Wise living gets rewarded with honor; stupid living gets the booby prize.

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