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Little girl, I see your scars.
You bear the wounds of a broken heart.
My love will be your rain
It will wash away your fear and shame.
You are a treasure,
Costly beyond all measure
You are not forgotten, my children
You are engraved on the palms of my hands.
You are.
Young boy, I hear your crying.
Heaven's rushing to your side.
I'll dry every tear from your face
I will cradle you in my embrace
If you look inside my hands
If you look inside my heart
You'll find that
You are a treasure,
Costly beyond all measure.
You are not forgotten, my children.
You are engraved on the palms of my hands.
You bear the wounds of a broken heart.
My love will be your rain
It will wash away your fear and shame.
You are a treasure,
Costly beyond all measure
You are not forgotten, my children
You are engraved on the palms of my hands.
You are.
Young boy, I hear your crying.
Heaven's rushing to your side.
I'll dry every tear from your face
I will cradle you in my embrace
If you look inside my hands
If you look inside my heart
You'll find that
You are a treasure,
Costly beyond all measure.
You are not forgotten, my children.
You are engraved on the palms of my hands.