| A stone for a pillow
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| As hard as his head
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| He slept on holy ground
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| The dreaming deceiver
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| He dreamt of a ladder
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| With angels up and down
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| And the ladder was a way
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| The stairway was a sign
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| The gates of heaven opened wide
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| Revealing the Divine
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| Asleep on holy ground he lay
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| Oblivious to the night
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| Inside his head and heart
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| Were full of inexpressible light
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| Soon he would be confronted
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| By the friend that we most fear
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| Asleep on holy ground he lay
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| Deceitful blessed seer
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| The dream that he dreamt
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| Now transformed to a nightmare
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| As he wrestled with a man
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| The unearthly power
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| Of his beloved opponent
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| Made Jacob understand
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| That the wrestling was the way
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| The struggle was the sign
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| He limped away his lesson learned
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| Now Israel was defined
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| He limped away on holy ground
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| Awakened from the dream
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| Having learned his costly lesson
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| From the way of the Nazarene
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| That pain’s the path to blessing
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| Love will fight us to be found
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| And God remains a dream to those
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| Who sleep on holy ground
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| He limped away on holy ground
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| Awakened from the dream
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| He learned his costly lesson
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| From the way of the Nazarene
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| That pain’s the path to blessing
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| Love will fight us to be found
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| And God remains a dream to those
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| Who sleep on holy ground |