| I’m a stranger in a foreign land
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| Passing through, when will I be home again?
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| You remind me, nothing here is permanent
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| But Your word and Your faithfulness
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| I was hungry, I was thirsty
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| I was weary, You let me in
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| When love became a refugee, He became my refuge
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| When love became a prisoner, He set me free
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| The widow and the orphan became the bride and children
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| When He stole my heart between two thieves
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| That’s when love became the
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| Least of these
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| I’m a beggar on the pilgrim’s road
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| Chasing echoes of a voice I hear among the poor
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| I’m a stranger in a foreign land
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| Oh the memories of the love that calls the broken things to mend
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| When love became a refugee, He became my refuge
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| When love became a prisoner, He set me free
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| The widow and the orphan became the bride and children
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| When He stole my heart between two thieves
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| That’s when love became the
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| Least of these
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| I was hungry, I was thirsty
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| I was weary, You let me in
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| Where You’re hungry, where You’re thirsty
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| Wherever You’re weary, I will let You in
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| When love became a refugee, He became my refuge
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| When love became a prisoner, He set me free
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| The widow and the orphan became the bride and children
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| When He stole my heart between two thieves
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| That’s when love became the least of these
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| When He stole my heart between two thieves
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| That’s when love became the
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| Least of these |