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I'm learning that nothing worth anything is cheap.
I'm learning the path is thin and the grade is steep,
and that the altars where we
lay ourselves will crack when tested
and that theres only one
that turns our hearts to gold
(chorus)
Hold on to Jesus
tell Him about everything
your dreams and your troubles
pure hearts desire one thing
and mine is to know You
mine is to break down
and shatter to pieces
and lose everything I've found
I'm finding that I'm not
who I once thought I was
I'm finding I'm powerless
to obtain Your love
And that the only gifts I
bring to You are rags and failures
through a strange exchange
You've made them myrrh and gold.
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