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Subjects
of Change
On my own I've defined.
All that's gathered, all that's mine.
Can we chase it? Will we find
Something sacred, more divine?
Pre-chorus:
I give my mind, each notion.
I give my heart, it's broken.
You gave your life, a token for…
Heavy shoulders search for light.
Growing colder, looming fight.
Apprehension, must all die?
Waiting is over, yours not mine.
(Pre-chorus)
Chorus:
This will of mine.
With pride will stain.
God's way and God's time.
We're subjects of change.
Foolery's over . The game is done.
Passion playing, God's own Son.
Misty garden, pleading One.
Willing servant, sin undone.
Bridge:
Following the King of Kings.
We will see angel wings around us.
So constantly we must sing.
(Pre-chorus-Chorus)
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