| I can see the storm descending on the hill tonight
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| Tall trees are bending to your will tonight
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| Let the mighty bow down
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| At the thundering sound of your voice
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| I can hear the howling wind and feel the rain tonight
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| Every drop a prophet in your name tonight
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| And the words that they sing
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| They are washing me clean, but
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| How long until this curtain is lifted?
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| How long is this the song that we sing?
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| How long until the reckoning?
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| And I know you hear the cries of every soul tonight
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| You see the teardrops as they roll tonight
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| Down the faces of saints
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| Who grow weary and faint in your fields
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| And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight
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| But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight
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| Down the faces of saints
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| Who grow weary and faint in your fields
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| And the wicked roam the cities and the streets tonight
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| But when the God of love and thunder speaks tonight
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| I believe You will come
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| Your justice be done, but how long?
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| You are holiness and grace
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| You are fury and rest
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| You are anger and love
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| You curse and you bless
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| You are mighty and weak
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| You are silence and song
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| You are plain as the day
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| But you have hidden your face--
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| For how long? |
| How long?
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| And I am standing in the stillness of the reckoning
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| The storm is past and rest is beckoning
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| Mighty God, how I fear you
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| How I long to be near you, O Lord
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| How long until the burden is lifted?
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| How long is this the song that we sing?
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| How long until the reckoning?
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| And I know that I don’t know what I’m asking
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| But I long to look you full in the face
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| I am ready for the reckoning |