| Oh Abraham would raise his hands and mourn this very day
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| For his children left the promised land
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| In search of their own way
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| They kick and scream like wayward sons
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| Always wating to sleep
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| And dream away these evil day 'n hopes that God can’t see
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| There are chains upon your children lord, chains upon your children
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| Do you hear the lion roae?
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| Awake O' sleeper
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| Your suffering will come again and never fall away
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| For we trade our many conforts lime the one who bled for grace
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| There will come a day, my God will come and put me in my place
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| My God I pray you’ll call my name instead of turn away
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| There are chains upon your children lord, chains upon your children
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| Do you hear the lion roar?
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| Awake O' sleeper
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| Let no man bring me harm
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| I bear the marks of Jesus
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| Let no man bring me harm
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| I bear the marks of the lord
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| 'Said let no man bring me harm
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| I bear the marks of Jesus
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| Let no man bring me harm
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| 'cause I bear the marks of God!
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| Do you hear the lion roar?
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| Awake O' sleeper
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| Stand with me we’ll fight the war
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| Awake O' sleeper
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| Do you hear the lion roar?
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| Awake O' sleeper
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| Stand with me we’ll fight the war
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| Awake O' sleeper |