Here we are, Glorious Shining One
We are a hurting generation, Marvelous Healer
We are confused and misled by the World
Our eyes are blinded by our own dirt stained hands
We loath our very existence away from You
We have hope
We know that you look down on us
We know that when the Broken cry out
When the Beaten Down lift their hands
When the Lifeless and Scorned shout to Heaven
You hear us
You heal us
You make us whole
You Love us
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