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I have seen the valley walls, so tall and firm

I have raised my voice to call, but through the echoes I could not discern

The Grace through with a silent prayer can scream



I have fallen short of the glory, only to be raised

I have heard the wondrous stories, but have not allowed my heart to change

Though Mercy is changing the song my heart sings



I will lift You up, My God, My King

And, with love from my lungs, I will praise, I will sing

Of how the One who died

Willingly gave His own life

So, that through His own death

He might resurrect life into mine



I have been captive in my sins, sick and tired

I have been deceived through life’s lens, choosing my own over His desires

Though Purity He freely pours down upon me



I will lift You up, My God, My King

And, with love from my lungs, I will praise, I will sing, for…



The forgiveness you have shown to me

Has been the coolest, cleansing stream

Feeding these pasture’s so green

In which You have chosen to lay me, so…



I will lift You up, My God, My King

And, with love from my lungs, I will praise, I will sing

Of how the One who died

Willingly gave His own life

So, that through His own death

He might resurrect life into mine