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I hear You calling out my name as only You can doYour voice it covers all my shame, the old You turned to newNo matter how things look to meYou see a destiny, a perfect promiseYou call me beautiful, You call me righteousYou call me worthy of Your Son's own precious bloodYou call me holy, You call me strong at my weakestForgive an impure, You call me YoursIt's hard for me to understand exactly what You seeI slip and stumble everyday but still You say believeHe'll say you finish what you startYou've seen me from my heart and not the bruisesYou call me beautiful, You call me righteousYou call me worthy of Your Son's own precious bloodYou call me holy, You call me strong at my weakestForgive an impure, You call me YoursYou call me beautiful, You call me righteousYou call me worthy of Your Son's own precious bloodYou call me holy, You call me strong at my weakestForgive an impure, forgive an impure, You call me Yours From Letras Mania