| All creatures of our God and King
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| Lift up your voice and let us sing
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| O praise Him! |
| O praise Him!
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| Alleluia
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| Creation sent to me the centipede
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| To witness the complexity
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| Of one hundred legs that were moving unexpectedly
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| Ironically, just as they were meant to be
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| They’re fearfully and wonderfully made
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| An organism prays in circadian rhythms
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| The sun will rise, and the sun will set
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| The sun will rise again so lift up your head
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| This is life, not a static object preserved and displayed
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| Like a relic of the dead
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| You are not a fruitless tree with a rootless disease
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| Growin' in a bucket in a rich man’s home
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| Next to the TV, tamed and alone
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| Learnin' to lust for the things you don’t own
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| Like an armchair warrior who’s been dethroned
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| Declawed and fixed
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| Fightin' for your life with unattended slit wrists
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| Don’t let your name get intermingled with a number
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| Cause it’s time to awaken from the devilish slumber
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| And freely follow the forerunner to the Fatherland
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| And rally ‘round the Renaissance man
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| And the wisdom of His ways
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| And all the work of His hands
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| Catch come as catch can
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| Concentrating on the good words of the Son of Man
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| The plan is to withstand the demands of a confused oppressor
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| A wolf in sheep’s clothes with monotonous lectures
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| And questionable gestures
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| Unequal measures
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| Cultural pressures
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| And synthetic textures
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| Force fed instead of the most beautiful architecture
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| Of our long lost, forgotten origins
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| Earth, seed, fiber and the blood of my kin
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| And that old rock where we confessed our sins
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| Oh, my God, fellow man, and this great land
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| They all cry out for full restoration
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| And this will take patience
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| And this will take the tribes and tongues of all the nations
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| And all of creation groans in anticipation
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| Waitin' for the Son of God to be manifest
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| And I can feel it burnin' in my chest
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| The liberation for the oppressed
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| And it’s beautiful like the feet that bring good news
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| It’s beautiful like this freedom tune
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| It’s beautiful like the power to choose, to change
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| Beautiful like the long awaited rain
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| Beautiful like the healing pains
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| Beautiful like to holy flames
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| Coming down
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| All creatures of our God and King
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| Lift up your voice and let us sing
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| O praise Him! |
| O Praise Him!
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| Alleluia |