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He's brought me here
where things are clear
and trials turn to gold
He's shared with me
His victory
He won in days of old
oh Lord, i don't deserve
the riches of Your world
but You changed my filthy rags
to linen white as snow
the view from here
is nothing near
to what it is for You
i've tried to see
Your plan for me
but i only acted like i knew
oh Lord, forgive the times
i've tried to read your mind
cause You said if i'd be still
then i would hear Your voice
my Lord, my King