| So near and yet still so far, far away
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| So close, and yet still to come
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| Concealed, the seed is mysteriously growing
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| In hearts that will listen and hear
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| A treasure that’s hidden, a pearl of great price
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| A fortune for fools who believe
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| A kingdom of beauty, a kingdom of love
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| A kingdom of justice and peace
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| A kingdom that holds all the wilds of creation
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| A kingdom where children will lead
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| For now this kingdom’s a land of the lowly
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| A place for the tired, plundered poor
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| Now our gentle King comes in peace on a donkey
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| But then on a charger for war
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| A battle in heaven, a war on the earth
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| To shatter the long darkened siege
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| Not by our own strength
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| And not by the power of might
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| But by His Spirit it comes
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| Blinded eyes will see
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| And deafened ears will hear
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| The praise from the lips of the dumb |