| I’ve walked the maze of the confused,
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| Found myself climbing the wall of illusion,
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| Over the edge into despair,
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| My desperation embracing delusion.
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| Left with a hole in my heart,
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| Lost, like a runaway child in the dark,
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| There, at the end of my rope, I found my hope.
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| Out of the fire the springs there desire to know him,
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| In my dark hour he brings me the power to know him…
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| To know him more.
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| I face the wall of life’s faade,
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| Sometimes still wincing at my own reflection,
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| But now I see with different eyes, and catch a glimpse
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| Of the Father’s perfection.
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| Drawing me into his light, out of the flames of my Deepest of night,
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| Into eternity’s arms I run.
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| Out of the fire the springs there desire to know him,
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| In my dark hour he brings me the power to know him…
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| To know him more.
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| Out of the fire the springs there desire to know him,
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| In my dark hour he brings me the power to know him,
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| Out of the fire the springs there desire to know him,
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| In my dark hour he brings me the power to know him,
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| Out of the fire the springs there desire to know him, |
| (Out of the fire)
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| In my dark hour he brings me the power to know him,
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| Out of the fire the springs there desire to know him,
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| (Out of the fire)
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| (Fade) |