| I’m on a flight home this morning
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| And I can’t help but stare at You
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| My face pressed against this little window
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| The sky explodes in praise to You, to You
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| I know my words can’t wrap their arms around You tight enough
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| But still I’ll try in this simple song
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| To You, my Jesus
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| Because the more I fight it, the more I love You
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| As my eyes widen, I have to tell You
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| There’s nothing like waking up Waking up to You
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| There’s nothing like waking up Waking up to You
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| Oh, waking up to You
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| I am small, but I have seen
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| The same sun rise over India and Ohio fields
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| To strengthen the heart of this coward
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| So in every language, from every hurt
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| We echo affection back to You, Lord
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| There’s nothing like waking up Waking up to You
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| There’s nothing like waking up Waking up to You
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| I was dead so You became my life
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| I couldn’t see so You became my eyes
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| I was dead so You became my life
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| I couldn’t see so You became my eyes
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| There’s nothing like waking up Waking up to You
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| There’s nothing like waking up Waking up to You |