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Song Lyrics
Lord, You said on the cross It is finished It is finished Finished Is it I don't think so Not until the funny little woman on The friday bus Means more to me than I do to myself Not until I read aright the message of Your pain filled eyes That I must take the ones You loved and Left behind To live with me as my responsibility Not until I freely place my stock of Cherished certainties Like sad surrendered weapons At Your injured feet Not until the public and the private faces Of my troubled Christianity can meet And know they recognized each other When they met Not until I know the names of more than Half the people in my street Finished No, I don't think so Not yet
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