And the lame can walk, the captives are set free
A heart-in-heart can finally start to feel
Will You speak that same voice to me?
From ashes, Lord, You make beauty
You make me new when You speak to me
I hear Your voice, it whispers my name
And all at once, You quiet my pain
If Your voice lit the sun, and night was overcome
You can speak and light up my world, with just one word
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