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Amazing Love

LORD i can't imagine
where would i be if it wasn't for your passion
your power and your action
the cross that you bore is a symbol of our fashion

you wore it on your back as
they worked on their backhand swinging and attacking
it's love without asking
a brand new beginning that we gain through substraction

through the painful reaction
the ungrateful masses cheered when they thrashed him
Satan tried to cash in
the chips that he gained through the game of distraction

not knowing that the Captain
was still in control of the things that were happening
his death was a fraction
his resurrected power came by God's satisfaction

It's amazing

You're the King, You're the Highest
dependable and true in a world of surprises
bringing sight to my blindness
a vision that is seen through your love and your kindness

My LORD, my Messiah
it's obvious to me everytime I'm reminded
your love is defining
my life and my purpose, fulfilled by your timing

it's your grace that i'm finding
when i seek your face in the midst of my climbing
when i struggle and i'm whinning
could it be because of your purpose and designing?

if you seek, you will find him
but the double-minded will never find the Diamond
in the dark though it's shining
reflected by his love, man it's so glorifying

It's amazing.

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