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The sky is blue, the sun is bright, the wind is chilled, the world is right.
Can I save more than me, can I be more than I am?
My feet are warm, my stomach is fed, our home is dry, we’re still in bed.
Can I be more than I am, can I save more than me?

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From where this guilt that I should give, from where this austerity I should crave –
“Give it all away” so I am poor in name
From where this burden that I should carry, this teaching that I should not tarry –
“Pick up your cross” and all look the same
From where this obligation to detail and law, this preaching with evermore flaw –
This biblical correctness – we now seek and study to claim as our own

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To chide and “teach” from a created correct high throne
From where does this come this “correctness” and “right”
When I read not of burden and crap – but a “cross” so light
From where this lifestyle so Pharisaic – yet so expected
This lifestyle so examined and judged – and always “corrected”

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The Greatest of These is light and free
It is not the law (it seems to me)

Laws take the place of the greatest of these
Laws we “serve” on bended burdened weak knees.
Laws we hold tight so we don’t have to Love fully
Laws we weigh and judge to jostle, shove and bully

Laws we prefer to the Greatest of These

Can I save more than me, can I be more than I am?
Can I be more than I am, can I save more than me?
The Greatest of These is light and free

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It took me years to unpick and finally see

I Am
Is all I can
The Greatest of These
All I desire to be

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