| There is a hunger, a longing for bread
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| And so comes the call for the poor to be fed
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| More hungry by far are a billion and more
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| Who wait for the Bread of the Word of the Lord
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| So many books, so little time, so many hunger, so many blind
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| Starving for words, they must wait in the night
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| To open a Bible and move towards the Light
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| There’ll come a time, the prophets would say
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| When the joy of mankind will be withered away
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| A want not for water, but a hunger for more
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| A famine for hearing the Word of the Lord
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| So many books, so little time, so many hunger, so many blind
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| Starving for words, they must wait in the night
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| To open a Bible and move towards the Light
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| Open a Bible and move towards the Light
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| The Word won’t go out, except it return
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| Full, over flowing and so we must learn
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| So many books, so little time, so many hunger, so many blind
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| Starving for words, they must wait in the night
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| To open a Bible and move towards the Light
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| Open a Bible and move towards the Light
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| Open a Bible and move towards the Light |