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Ordinary
04:25
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I think that we've got our eyes on the wrong things.
Oh I think that we're struggling to find the words for these songs that we sing.
Yes I think the kids no longer listen to all our stories.
Coz'I think we've got our eyes locked on all the wrong things.
I think that reading in-between the lines can be scary.
I think that in-between the lines smiles get weary.
Yes I think that everybody's getting tired but are we caring?
I think that so many are dying but we're just staring.
Look closely when you're living in the ordinary.
Listen closely when you're living in the ordinary.
I think that we've got our eyes on the wrong things.
I think we're missing, missing all of His glory.
Yes I think the kids no longer listen to all our stories.
Oh I think we're living in the ordinary.
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Fly away
06:00
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Mystery
03:32
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It's a mystery to me that you'd love a man like me with your heart so deeply.
It's a mystery to me, how can it be, that your son was slaughtered just to free me.
Open eyes, open eyes.
Open eyes, see our pride.
It's a mystery to me that your hiddenness can be found in my broken seeking.
It's a mystery to me that I'll be so angry at this gift you gave of breathing.
It's a mystery to me that our one true saviour died on a tree.
It's a mystery to me that you alone would roll the stone away for me.
Open eyes, open eyes, we're our own demise.
Open eyes, open eyes, see your pride.
You're a mystery.
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A place at the table
03:09
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The Lord is my shepherd, I was lost but now I am found.
I wandered so far from the field, and squandered my life into hell.
Eating with pigs, I was cold, I was hungry and I was alone.
But the call of a father is a sound that a son he just can't deny.
It's a voice that he knows no matter how far he runs from his life.
With arms wide open, you welcomed me home.
You clothed me in righteousness, I'm a son that you call your own.
You called for the fattened calf, it's with me you've been longing to feast.
I was out there alone, but at your table I had a seat.
It's a voice that I know, no matter how far I'v run from the seat.
With arms wide open, he welcomes you home.
He clothes you in righteousness, you're a child that he calls his own.
He calls for the fattened calf, it's with you he's been longing to feast.
You're not out there alone, at his table you have a seat.
It's a voice that you know, no matter how far you've run from the seat.
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