I am just a man.
A man shattered apart.
For a purpose as great is on something way beyond myself.
Though, I am not the hero.
I am hardly a spark.
But this is my confession: I'm a danger of myself.
So I left up this broken, weary, human side of me.
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Chorus:
I bruise, I bleed.
I need a remedy but in my weakness proves how great You are.
The hurt, the scars.
Remind us who we are then our stories point the world to who You are.
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I speak words of love
and whisper words of hate.
I take black and white and somehow turn into gray.
Oh I left up this broken, weary, human side of me.
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Chorus:
I bruise, I bleed.
I need a remedy but in my weakness proves how great You are.
The hurt, the scars.
Remind us who we are then our stories point the world to who You are.
Who You are.
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I am not the hero. I'm human after all.
But this is my surrender.
My story and my song.
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Chorus:
I bruise, I bleed.
I need a remedy but in my weakness proves how great You are.
The hurt, the scars.
Remind us who we are then our stories point the world to who You are.
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Then our stories point the world to who You are.