| Grand ocean reaching
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| Boundlessly into the skyline
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| Where the waters end, the shores run free
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| A perfect design made for me to tend
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| Sad You needed Your own Son to send
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| When my footprints are always left behind
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| And the path forever meets the day
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| I think I’m needing a tidal wave
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| An old intriguing wooden pier
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| Running into the sea
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| A stretch of shoreline smooth and clear
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| Separating the pier and me
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| Step forward slightly careful
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| So my marks won’t taint the sand
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| But from the pier, I turn to see
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| A broken path that leads to where I stand
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| Dark impressions and You weep
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| Takes a heavy heel to sink so deep
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| When my footprints are always left behind
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| And the path forever meets the day
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| I think I’m needing a tidal wave
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| What could ever clean the path I left behind
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| If the water sweeps my prints away?
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| I think I’m needing a tidal wave
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| A garden made for me to tend
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| I fail so You had to send
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| Your one and only gracious Son
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| Coming like a tidal wave
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| Rinsing all I have done
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| When my footprints are always left behind
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| And the path forever meets the day |
| I think I’m needing a tidal wave
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| What could ever clean the path I left behind
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| If the water sweeps my prints away?
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| I think I’m needing a tidal wave |