| When years seem like days to me,
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| No time on my hands.
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| I run away to a place in me to a faraway land.
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| When home seems so far from me,
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| Heaven’s lights grow dim.
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| It’s just as far as my deepest heart,
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| Where my heart’s father lives.
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| His quiet voice speaking in silence every day,
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| If I will only listen to the words he has to say.
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| I’ll walk in his spirit and see him in my face.
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| I will live cause he will live in my place.
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| When life seem so hard to bear,
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| When shadows look real.
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| The circumstance is your father’s care,
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| Don’t find faith by what you feel.
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| If you have been running too,
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| Stop now in your tracks.
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| Turn again to the one in you,
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| And put your burdens on his back.
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| His quiet voice speaking in silence every day,
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| If I will only listen to the words he has to say.
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| I’ll walk in his spirit and see him in your face.
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| I will live cause he will live in my place.
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| When years seem like days to me,
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| no time on my hands.
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| I run away to a place in me to a faraway land. |