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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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