| There is a battle in the heartland
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| Where my faith and real life meet
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| Sometimes hope seems out of reach
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| I hear the growing cry for freedom
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| Am I equal to the call
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| Where’s the love that conquers all
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| It’s so easy to be human
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| So human to give in
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| But when I reach beyond my weakness
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| I’m reminded once again
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| The power is still where it’s always been
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| The Word is alive, Jesus still lives
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| The power of His blood hasn’t lessened or dimmed
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| It’s where it’s always been
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| It’s where it’s always been
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| Where’s the passion for the mission
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| Where’s the fervor of our faith
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| Where’s the evidence of Grace
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| Where’s the love that finds compassion
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| In the sea of human need
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| Where’s the truth that sets man free
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| In a world that holds no answers
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| Every heart will someday find
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| That everything they’ve long for
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| Has been there all the time
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| The power is still where it’s always been
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| The Word is alive, Jesus still lives
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| The power of His blood hasn’t lessened or dimmed
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| It’s where it’s always been
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| It’s where it’s always been
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| There’s a cross that I can hold to
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| There’s a reason to believe
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| There’s an empty grave that’s calling out to me
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| The power is still where it’s always been
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| The Word is alive, Jesus still lives
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| The power of His blood hasn’t lessened or dimmed
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| It’s where it’s always been
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| It’s where it’s always been
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| The power is still where it’s always been
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| The Word is alive, Jesus still lives
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| The power of His blood hasn’t lessened or dimmed
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| It’s where it’s always been
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| It’s where it’s always been, oh… |