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GDmFG
GIn put my hope in YDmou; I Flay my life in the palm of Your hGand
I'm Fconstantly drawn to CYou O Lord, in Fways I cannot compreDsushend
GDm7FG
It's the CreGator calling the crDm7eated
the FMaker beckoning the mGade
the bride Ffinding what she's always Cwaited for
when we Ffind ourselves that Dsusday
In YGou, where the hungry feast at the C2table,
the blind Em7frozen by colors in C2view
the lame will Gdance, they'll dance, for they are C2able
and the Fweary find rest, oh, the Dsusweary find rest in GYou Dm7 F G
It's no secret that we don't belong here,
though set apart by the grace of You
we look for the day when we go to a place
where the old becomes brand new
(Repeat Chorus Twice)
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