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Your world is so small
It fits only yourself
And maybe a fraction of someone else
But when the pressure's on
It hurts to breathe
As your walls close in
But you can't fight back
No, you'll only fail
Your muscles are made of wax
Your armor, paper maché
Your weapons are sticks
Because you can't afford stones
Tiny heart
You're a paper tiger
As you fight
You rip and tear
And tape can't repair
You fight the Lion of Words
The Creator Script
Let His Holy Fire
Burn your sticks
Set aflame your paper maché and wax
Let Him graft His pages to you
Replace the ashen skin
Let Him bind the Truth to your soul
Tiny heart
Grow

Can I tell you a story?
Possibly the greatest told,
The story of my Lord King?

He didn't have to come,
This didn't have to be.
He didn't have to come,
What couldn't we see?

Can I sing you a love song?
Possibly the greatest sung,
The love song of my Lord King?

Why did He have to come?
Was the world really gone?
Why did He have to come?
Is this sin really wrong?

Can I show you new way?
Possibly the greatest lived,
The new way of my Lord King?

If He never came
This wouldn't be
No Savior, No Friend
No Hope, No Love
We'd all be slaves to hate
Born to be stuck in system
Broken, Tainted
Scared, Sick

I couldn't be free if He never Came
I couldn't stand if He hadn't Died
I couldn't breathe if He hadn't Rose Again
I couldn't laugh if He hadn't Saved me

Now you know what to do,
Pray to Jesus, see it through
He can Save you too