Holding tight your own way
Broken knee finally bent
Here you are hugged and Home
The Shepherd of my soul
See His scars?
No one cares for me
Like Him
In His body on the tree
There, little lamb, your sin died
Alive now in glorious Christ
Your heart is beating and whole
The Shepherd's scars
There I am healed
No one cares for me
Like Him
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