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| Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands There is no scar, no pain He won't understand These broken dreams you've carried this far Need His touch to mend Pick up your heart and Carry it to healing hands What brought you here to this time, to this place Where your own strength has found its end And the load that you bear is too heavy to carry Come bring it all to Him Repeat Chorus For the souls that know surrender He is gracious to hold us so tightly Repeat Chorus |
| Come to Me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest. |
| Matthew 11:28 |
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