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Oh the covanent
That we are living in
It's more than rings on hands,
It's a "yes" to the unknown.
In seasons of doubt
And when famine comes around,
We go to the Storehouse,
To the One who is always faithful.
We are holding on,
Holding on,
Holding onto Him
As He is holding on,
Holding on
To our covanent.
We can feel the ache...
His sovereign hand turns the page.
What was easy to say
Is now staring us down.
Is it "till death do us part,"
Or "till a change of heart?"
Feelings go so far,
But where are we when they're gone?
We are holding on,
Holding on,
Holding onto Him
As He is holding on,
Holding on
To our covanent.
We reflect the Greater Story
Of our King and His Bride.
We're not hidden
But shine brightly,
Bearing witness in the night.
We reflect the Greater Story
Of our King and His Bride!
We're not hidden
But shine brightly,
Bearing witness in the night!
We are holding on,
Holding on,
Holding onto Him
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