Lay down softly in our sorrow
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Lay down sister to die
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And cover over, my sweet Father
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Cover over her eyes
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Your broken body, it cannot weather
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The years your youth still longs to spend
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So go down graceful, sleep with the angels
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And wake up whole again
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¡®Cause it was not your time; that's a useless line
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A fallen world took your life
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But the God that sometimes can't be found
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Will wrap Himself around you
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So lay down, sister, lay down
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Slower passing are the hours
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To tell this tale that takes its time
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But the finest moment, no man can measure
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Is to look your Savior in the eyes
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So take her tender to Your table
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Take her from this killing floor
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To taste the water that is forever
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Let her be thirsty no more
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It was not her time; that's a useless line
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A fallen world took her life
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But the God that sometimes can't be found
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Will wrap Himself around you
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So lay down, sister, lay down
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And the God that sometimes can't be found
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Will wrap Himself around you
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So lay down, Rita, lay down
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Rita
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Bebo Norman |