In the midst of passing bravery
In the face of our own injuries
Is the constant generosity of grace
It's the beauty in the tales we tell
It's the pressing on and ending well
It’s the joy that comes when we give our self away
I love because he loved me when i had nothing
I love because you loved me when i had nothing
I love because he loved me when i had nothing
I had nothing
When you count the cost and all seems lost
Love is still a worthy cause
When you're pressing on though your strength is gone
Love is still a worthy cause
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