| We are like windows
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| Stained with colors of the rainbow
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| Set in a darkened room
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| Till the bridegroom comes to shining through
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| Then the colors fall around our feet
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| Over those we meet
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| Covering all the gray that we see
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| Rainbow colors of assorted hues
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| Come exchange your blues
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| For His love that you see shining through me
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| We are His daughters and sons
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| We are the colorful ones
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| We are the kids of the King
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| Rejoice in everything
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| My colors grow so dim
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| When I start to fall away from Him
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| But up comes the strongest wind
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| That He sends to blow me back into his arms again
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| And then the colors fall around my feet
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| Over those I meet
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| Changing all the gray that I see
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| Rainbow colors of the Risen Son
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| Reflect the One
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| The One who came to set us all free
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| We are His daughters and sons
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| We are the colorful ones
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| We are the kids of the King
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| Rejoice in everything
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| We are like windows
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| Stained with colors of the rainbow
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| No longer set in a darkened room
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| Cause the bridegroom wants to shine from you
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| No longer set in a darkened room
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| Cause the bridegroom wants to shine from you |