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I stood in the middle of the mess
And saw no way through
I held what I could not carry
And still it did not crush me

I was not the one who pulled me clear
I was not the one who made it right

He got us out
Out of the mess we’re in
He got us out
And put us where we always belonged

Not around it
Not above it
Straight through the middle
Of what I could not mend

He got us out
Out of the mess we’re in
He got us out
And put us where we always belonged

There is no difference between us
Not in the record
Not in the need
Only in the gift

He got us out
Sheer generosity
He got us out
And set us right

Out of the mess
Into standing
That is the gift