| Mother Mary cried
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| As she held heaven in her arms
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| For the shadow of the scar
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| She saw was clear
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| As her own bewildered baby
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| Lay weeping for the world
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| Whose frightened tears
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| Would free us all from fear
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| The marks of death
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| That God chose never to erase
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| The wounds of love’s eternal war
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| When the kingdom comes
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| With its perfected sons
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| He will be known by the scars
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| For a time He sought
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| To tell the world He was the Way
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| That God the father had a human heart
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| With His own holy hands He sought
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| To touch and heal their scars
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| But they chose to tear
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| Those gentle hands apart
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| No one was there
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| To wipe away the tears
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| That burned the holy eyes of God
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| As He looked upon
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| His one and only Son
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| Who’d never sinned nor lied
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| Yet was crucified
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| The marks of death
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| That God chose never to erase
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| The wounds of love’s eternal war
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| When the kingdom comes
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| With its perfected sons
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| He will be known by the scars
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| And after they had slain Him
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| And laid Him in the grave
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| And the ones He loved
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| Had fled into the dark
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| Then love and power raised Him
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| And God won the victory
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| But they only recognized Him
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| By the scars
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| The marks of death
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| That God chose never to erase
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| The wounds of love’s eternal war
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| When the kingdom comes
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| With its perfected sons
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| He will be known by the scars
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| The marks of death
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| That God chose never to erase
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| The wounds of love’s eternal war
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| When the kingdom comes
|
| With its perfected sons
|
| He will be known by the scars
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| The marks of death
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| That God chose never to erase
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| The wounds of love’s eternal war
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| When the kingdom comes
|
| With its perfected sons
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| He will be known by the scars
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| The marks of death
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| That God chose never to erase
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| The wounds of love’s eternal war
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| When the kingdom comes
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| With its perfected sons
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| He will be known by the scars |