| It tapped me on the shoulder today when I got home
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| I saw everything collecting dust
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| It made me hope there was something more
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| I pour over pages, desperate to find out why
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| The cripple at your table has what I’m longing to find
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| Teach me how to hum it Because I don’t know the words yet
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| Help me see the light
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| I’m reaching through the fight
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| Yahweh, show me the Kingdom
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| Arms open wide
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| Death swallowed up by life
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| Yahweh, show me the Kingdom
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| Why are some women barren
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| While the wicked’s house is full
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| The stories never seem to end
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| Give me evidence I’m not alone
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| You said the weak would be lifted up But maybe just not yet
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| So while I wait in this flesh and blood
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| I’ll learn to lean in Help me see the light
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| I’m reaching through the fight
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| Yahweh, show me the Kingdom
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| Arms open wide
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| Death swallowed up by life
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| Yahweh, show me the Kingdom |