| Learn this lesson well, my friend
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| There’s a time to rejoice and lament
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| Every season will find an end
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| All will fade and be made new again
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| Standing on the rocks of the railroad tracks
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| Feet calloused, eyes open, sun beats on my back
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| As I gaze upon the unseen winds
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| And they are wandering, whispering
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| Wisdom that’s eternal
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| From the heart to the mind
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| To the hand to the journal
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| Now the kernel of the seeds in the cleft of the rock
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| And it’s watered by the winds
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| Having power to unlock and
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| Stop the clock of chronological logic
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| With its homogenized systems
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| That are dead and can’t dodge it
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| Being deaf to the voice of the Almighty One
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| Spirit illumines the dark like a fire
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| Revealing the way that was hidden but is higher
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| Now we must travel on the wings
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| That will never grow tired
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| Of searching the mysteries of God
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| I said Father the feathers of my wax wings
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| Fall away by the rising of the sun
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| And I have descended when I was undone
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| And I will ascend when your Spirit comes
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| Because what’s been done and overcome
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| Cannot be stopped by the power of any human
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| Like the number of sand we will stand
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| And we will fall, all
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| In the face of an eternal call
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| But those who call on His name
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| In the midst of the pain
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| In the guilt and the shame
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| And the world full of blame
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| And all the bloody stains
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| From the unjust gains
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| I learned all men suffer the same
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| Because we’re wayward sons
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| And all our jokes betray
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| Our foolish hearts and our selfish ways
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| But if we would turn to the Father’s grace
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| We would never be the same
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| This is an unseen land of a devastated soul
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| That’s prepared in contemplative silence
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| For the mighty working hand of an unseen Lord
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| To come restore this land from its violence
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| I said walk another mile
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| Stare across the fields of grain
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| This is how the prophets train
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| Learn this lesson well my friend
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| There’s a time to rejoice and lament
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| Every season will find an end
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| All will fade and be made new again |