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The Last Supper by Da Vinci |
In the palm of your hands
The oceans were made
By your outstretched hands
The heavens were laid
Through your nail pierced hands
My sins are paid
From your guiding hands
You lead me to your grace
So what is this love?
Who is this God?
This is perfect love
You are my God
From your thunderous voice
You lit up the sky
By your mighty voice
You let the birds to fly
Through your tender voice
You respond to my cry
In your compassionate voice
Your son came down to die
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