These are words to build a life on. These are your words, how can they be mine? These are words to build a life on, these are your words- I want them to be mine. Blessed are the poor, blessed are the weak, blessed are the ones who can barely speak. Blessed in your hurt now, blessed in your pain, blessed when your teardrops are falling down like rain. Blessed when you're broken, blessed when you're blind, blessed when you're fragile, when you have lost your mind. Blessed when you're desperate, blessed when you're scared, blessed when you're lonely, blessed when you've failed. Blessed when you're beat up, blessed when you're bruised, blessed when you're tore down, blessed when you're used. These are words to build a life on. These are your words, how can they be mine? These are words to build a life on, these are your words- I want them to be mine. Blessed when you're heartbroke, blessed when you're fired, blessed when you're choked up, blessed when you're tired. Blessed when the plans that you so carefully laid end up in the junkyard with all the trash you made. Blessed when you feel like giving up the ghost, blessed when your loved ones are the ones who hurt you most. Blessed when you lose your own identity, then blessed when you find it, and it has been redeemed. Blessed when you see what your friends can never be, blessed with your eyes closed, then blessed you see me. These are words to build a life on. These are your words, how can they be mine? These are words to build a life on, these are your words- I want them to be mine. Blessed when you're hungry, blessed when you thirst, because that's when you will eat of - the bread that matters most. Blessed when you're put down- because of me you're dissed, because of me you're kicked out, they take you off their list. You know you're on the mark now, you know you've got it right, you are to be my salt, you are to be my light. So bring out all the flavor in the feast of this, my world, and light up all the colors, let the banner be unfurled. Shout it from the rooftops, let the trumpets ring. Sing your freaking lungs out; tell them Jesus Christ is King! Jesus is my Saviour, Jesus is divine, Jesus is my answer, Jesus is my life, my life, my life, my life. These are words to build a life on. These are your words, how can they be mine? These are words to build a life on, these are your words- I want them to be mine. Give us ears that we may hear them, voice that we may sing them, life that we may live them, hope that we may give them, hearts that we can feel them, eyes that we can see them, thoughts that we may think them, tongues that we may speak your words. These are your words, I want them to be mine. Blessed are the poor, blessed are the weak, blessed are the ones who can barely speak. Blessed in your hurt now, blessed in your pain, blessed when your teardrops are falling down like rain.
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