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How do You love, when spite fills my heart

If I were You, I'd be torn apart

If I were You, but I'm not



I don't understand how You can hold my hand

If I were You, I'd be so sad

If I were You, but I'm not



I open Your Book when I feel troubled

And in Your Words I've found all I've ever wanted

But as You as my eternal Witness, I've failed to follow through

But as You as my eternal Savior, I've always laid my broken heart on You



I'll never really fully grasp just who You are

If I were You, I'd be so scared

If I were You, but I'm not



I could have never died to cure the hate

If I were You, I'd be too late

If I were You, but I'm not



I never will be deserving of Your Home

But in my heart You're calling me to come

In my heart You're calling me to come Home



If I were You...

I wouldn't know what to do

If I were You...

My heart would be broken in two



I never will be deserving of Your Home

But in my heart You're calling my to come