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I know that divine greatness
Is not measured in words, it's engraved in the heart
Of those who love and cry, who rewrite the story
Of a life once again

Jesus, so many times I tried
To gather the pieces of a wounded life
And like a beautiful crystal that falls
I had dreams broken and scattered on the floor

But I found you
My life was rebuilt
I wrote verses to try to tell you about my love
But what I feel can't be said: