| I climbed up a lion of rock
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| There overlooking the swirls of the world
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| All the shifting of sands that I saw
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| Conflicting energy giving and taking
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| The fluid grace of it all
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| Billowing shadows of clouds in the sand
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| While the waves lay down all stretched and taught
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| Folding and wrinkling back to the source of it all
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| Every breath is give and take
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| I love you oh gentlest of ways
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| Who ripens us as we wrestle with you
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| The great homesickness we cannot shake
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| You, the great forest surrounding us now
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| In silence it’s you that we sing
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| Billowing shadows of Heaven on earth
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| As we lay down our lives stretched and taught
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| Folding and wrinkling back to the source of it all
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| Every breath is give and take
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| I see it all like a hymn
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| The constant refrain of the echo and change
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| And all is beautiful
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| There is no giving without any taking
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| There’s no love without any loss
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| Everything everyone building and breaking
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| Oh I see the grace of it all
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| All is beautiful
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| And suddenly everything came into focus
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| As I saw her taking a walk
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| The tiniest speck, just a grain in the wind
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| But oh how much great in the small
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| The tiniest body containing the glory of heaven and angels and God
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| I climbed down the rock and
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| I ran to the sand and my love |