| Dear Me …
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| This is a letter to the girl I used to be
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| Dear Me …
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| There are some things that you should know
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| It’s not my intention to embarrass or to shame you
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| What’s inside the rear-view mirror is closer than it appears
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| We do the best that we know how, with what we have been given
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| And the difference between you and I is, I’ve been given time
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| In time, you’ll see
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| Dear Me …
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| This is a letter to the girl I used to be
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| Some things are not as simple as we said
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| Remember when we thought there were a handful of some magic words to pray
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| A guarantee and a down payment on a mansion
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| Remember all the rules we made about the Body and the Blood
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| The hoops we made them jump through
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| Though He offers it to everyone
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| I’m so sorry
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| Do you remember now the things I said I thought that I deserved
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| My flag, and safety, a place to learn
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| The things I know I didn’t earn
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| And bless their hearts, I’m sure it’s hard
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| But handouts don’t help anyone
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| And all the talk about the system
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| I sure hope someone can fix them
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| I said those things
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| Dear Me …
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| This is a letter to the girl I used to be
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| You’ll see, you’re gonna take the long way
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| And there is nothing you could do or say to separate you
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| From the love of God who made you just exactly as He meant to
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| And you cannot imagine all the places you’ll see Jesus
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| But you’ll find Him everywhere you thought He wasn’t supposed to go
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| So, go!.. Go!..
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| And hold all the mothers, whose babies bleed from bullet holes
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| And feel all the hunger, the bellies and the bones
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| Shout for the prisoner, cry for justice, loud and long
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| And march with the victims, as Jesus marches on
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| And sit at all the tables, 'cause Jesus eats with everyone
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| And dance to the music, if you can’t sing its native tongue
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| And cry for the wombs, the mothers and the empty arms
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| And hold high the warriors, fighting now for freedoms' song
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| And love, love, love, love
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| Like it’s your own blood
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| And love, love, love, love
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| As you have been loved
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| Love, love, love, love
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| Like it’s your own blood
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| Love, love, love, love
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| As you have been loved
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| Love, love, love, love, love
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| Like you have been loved
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| Love, love, love, love, love
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| It’s all about love!
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| Love, love, love, love, love
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| His name is love
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| Love, love, love, love, love
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| Dear Me …
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| You did not learn this in a day or two or three
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| So ask a lot of questions
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| But Jesus loves us, this I know
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| And there are no exceptions |