| There’s a shape in the sky beckoning me
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| There’s a sound in the wild wind calling
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| There’s a song to be sung for glory
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| And I feel that it’s coming our way
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| There’s a pain on the land weakening me
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| There’s a sigh in the city of sorrow
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| There’s a shadow of darkness accumulating
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| And I feel that it’s coming my way
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| Father of all things, Mother of light
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| Soothe and ease our human plight
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| Mary in mercy, Jesus in joy
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| Please, won’t you help us win the fight?
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| There’s a love for all men sleeping within
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| There’s a friend of a friend awakening
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| There’s a jubilant joy bursting to be
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| And I feel that it’s coming our way
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| Father of all things, Mother of light
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| Soothe and ease our human plight
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| Mary in mercy, Jesus in joy
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| Please, won’t you help us win the fight?
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| There’s a shape in the sky beckoning me
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| There’s a sound in the wild wind calling
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| There’s a song to be sung for glory
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| And I feel that it’s coming our way
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| There’s a shape in the sky beckoning me
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| There’s a sound in the wild wind calling
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| There’s a song to be sung for glory
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| And I feel, yes, I feel, yes, I feel
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| That it’s coming our way |