You see the crime of our hearts
Before they become crimes of our hands
You search much deeper within
This body
This body yeah
At any given time
I may fall short of your glory
But I am only made of dust
I look to you to fix me
My everything depends on you
My laying down
My waking up
And all my fears
Are swept away
You call me by
My real name
And I know what its like
To call you father
And I know what its like
To call you Father
My everything depends on you
My laying down
My waking up
And all my fears
Are swept away
You call me by
My real name
And I know what its like
To call you father
And I know what its like
To call you Father

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