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John Elefante Defying Gravity

Three A.M., a baby boy, a new life began I held him in my arms and knew one day he'd be a man And soon I'd have to tell him that this world is not our

Holy is the Father who chose to send His Son Perfect is the Savior, the sacrificial One Sacred was the cleansing blood that poured out of His hands And

Deep in the heart of a man There are battles that we fight within ourselves We question the surest of things We keep secrets in our hearts we never tell