| This is a story
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| A story about a Hero and a damsel
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| A villain and a scandal
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| Bend down, untie your sandals
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| Cause where we’re going is holy ground
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| Starts like this:
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| In the beginning there was the Hero
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| And the Hero was the Father
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| And the Hero was the Spirit
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| And the Hero was the Son
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| And if this hurts your head already
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| Welcome to the kingdom
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| Immutable, inscrutable, infinitely
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| Glad-hearted, triune perfection
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| His ancient love reverberated off each
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| Member with no hint of dissension
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| Perfect in unity
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| Perfect in diversity
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| Holy trinity
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| And even before the rocks could cry out His name
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| He was singing his own praises
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| How could he not?
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| You know anyone else who goes by
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| «The Rock of Ages»?
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| He needed nothing from no one
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| As if something made could improve
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| Upon His majesty
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| His majesty’s amp was already at 11
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| And if this was the end of our story
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| That’d be enough for us to
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| Glory for a thousand eternities at Him
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| But our story isn’t over cause one day
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| The Hero started speaking
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| And when He started speaking
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| Things started being
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| Light, night, wind, water, mud, moons
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| Seas and spiders, swimmers
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| And flyers, gallopers and gliders
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| Stars and seasons, rhyme and reason to all
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| Of it and all of it was good
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| And suddenly all the commotion came to a standstill, when our Hero
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| Bent down fashioned His damsel
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| God leaned over our body of earth
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| Breathed life into our lungs
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| Made our heart beat from dirt
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| He put light in our eyes
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| He gave us each other
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| And He gave us Himself as a prize
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| And we were naked and were not ashamed
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| But of course, the plot thickens
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| Enter stage right The Villain
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| The serpent was craftier
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| Than any beast in the garden
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| He made a beeline for the tree line
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| And found Eve and her husband
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| And in less than fifty words
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| He convinced perfectly satisfied people
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| They were starving to death
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| And since that day
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| God’s damsel has known nothing but
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| Starving to death
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| The poison of asps is heavy on her breath
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| We traded the glory of the incorruptible God for a silly substitute
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| Like a school kid duped into giving up
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| His brand new Jordan’s
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| For a pair of worn out tennis shoes
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| We became dark-hearted
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| Bent inward on a mission to find
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| Within ourselves the solution
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| Like trying to number the stars
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| While gazing through L.A.'s air pollution
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| We couldn’t see
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| And we fell in love with lesser things
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| And we bought them each a diamond ring
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| And we betrayed our Maker
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| Our Husband, our King
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| Let me clarify
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| This doesn’t just apply
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| To the treacherous and murderous
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| Even the best of us
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| Are as bad as the worst of us
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| Outwardly clean
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| But inside full of dead men’s bones
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| Like the Taj Mahal
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| It looks good and all
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| But there’s nobody home
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| And one terrible day
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| We looked around
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| But there was no more villain
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| To be found
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| He crawled inside of us
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| Like a virus, rewired us
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| And now the damsel
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| Is the villain as well
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| We tied our own self
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| To the train tracks
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| The horn blows and careening
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| Toward us is 10, 000 tons
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| Of God’s wrath sounds so loud
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| You can barely hear
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| The screaming «Who will save us from the
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| Body of this death?!»
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| Enter stage left, Jesus of Nazareth
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| The Word became flesh
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| And dwelt among us
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| He came lowly
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| Perfectly holy
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| He came like a groom
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| On his way to the altar
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| To meet the bride
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| And for the dowry
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| He had no cash
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| So He paid with his life
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| Are you shocked
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| By the consequence of sin?
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| Be more shocked
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| By the mercy of him
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| Couldn’t free ourselves
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| So Christ became our freedom
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| Couldn’t fill these lungs
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| So He became our breathing
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| We live because He died
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| Once a harlot now a bride
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| Sins were scarlet
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| Now made white
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| Perfect by proxy
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| Saved by a surrogate
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| Holy through Him
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| The Hero and the damsel are one
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| Once again
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| But wait
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| I haven’t told you the best part yet
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| As if there wasn’t enough here already
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| To impress you the best part
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| About this story is the story is true
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| The only fairytale that’s not a fairytale
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| So long mother goose
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| Farewell Dr. Seuss
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| This here’s the genuine article
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| God made
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| We strayed
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| God’s love, displayed
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| God-man gives grace
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| Stands in our place
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| Our sins erased
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| Debt paid always
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| So fall on your face
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| And give God all praise |