Wounded Horses

[Intro]
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      Hmmmm yeah
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 Hey!
 
 
[Verse 1]
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There's a mare in the field,
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With a scar on her side,
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A limp in her step but a fire in her eyes,
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She's been through the storm,
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She's been lost in rain,
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She's carried the weight of a rider's pain.
 
 
[Pre-Chorus 1]
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They say, "Put her away,
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She's too far gone,
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Her best days are over, she can't stay strong,
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But the hands of the maker saw more than scars,
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He saw a battlefield beneath the marks,
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The world sees the wounds,
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But heaven sees the war,
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The broken things he touched are worth fighting for.
 
 
[Chorus]
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God still uses wounded horses,
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The ones with the scars and bruised up hearts,
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He still rides through the valley,
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On the ones who’ve fallen apart,
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He doesn't need a perfect saddle,
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He doesn't need a flawless steed,
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He just needs a willing spirit and a heart that still believe,
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So when you think you're too damaged,
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When you think you run the courses,
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Remember the hands of the father because God still uses wounded horses.
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Oh . . ., God still uses wounded horses.
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Oh . . ., yes, he does.
 
 
[Interlude]
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[Verse 2]
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There's a soldier in the stable with a tear in his eye,
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A soul that was trampled but refused to die,
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The chains of his past left a mark on his name,
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But grace wrote a story the scars couldn't erase.
 
 
[Pre-Chorus 2]
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Every broken ring, every shattered dream,
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Every night you cried where nobody seen,
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Was a chapter that the savior was using,
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To write a testimony that would shine through the dark night,
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The world counts the scars, but God counts the miles,
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He knows every battle, He still calls you child.
 
 
[Chorus]
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God still uses wounded horses,
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The ones with the scars and bruised up hearts,
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He still rides through the valley,
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On the ones who’ve fallen apart,
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He doesn't need a perfect saddle,
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He doesn't need a flawless steed,
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He just needs a willing spirit and a heart that still believe
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So when you think you're too damaged,
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When you think you run the courses,
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Remember the hands of the father because God still uses wounded horses.
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Oh . . ., God still uses wounded horses . . ..
 
 
[Interlude]
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Oh,   He sure does.
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[Pre-Chorus 3]
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Same hands that shake the mountains,
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Can rebuild a shattered soul,
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The same God who calmed the oceans,
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Can make the wounded whole,
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He doesn't throw away the broken,
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He restores what pain has stolen,
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The ones the world’s forgotten are the ones that he has chosen.
 
 
[Outro]
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God still uses wounded horses, yeah,
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The ones with the scars and bruised up hearts,  come on,
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He still rides through the valley, oooh,
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On the ones who’ve fallen apart,
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He doesn't need a perfect saddle,
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He doesn't need a flawless steed,
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He just needs a willing spirit and a heart that still believe,
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So when you think you're too damaged,
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When you think you run the courses,
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Remember the hands of the father because God still uses wounded horses,
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Oh . . ., God still uses wounded horses . . ..
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      Oh, yes he does, oh God still uses wounded horses. . . ..
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