| We’re content to pitch our tent
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| When the glory’s evident
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| Seldom do we know
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| The glory came and went
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| Moving can seem dangerous
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| In this stranger’s pilgrimage
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| Knowing that you can’t stand still
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| You cross the bridge
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| There’s a higher place to go
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| Beyond belief, beyond belief
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| Where we reach the next plateau
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| Beyond belief, beyond belief
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| And from faith to faith we grow
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| Towards the center of the flow
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| Where He beckons us to go
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| Beyond belief, beyond belief
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| Leap of faith without a net
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| Makes us want to hedge our bet
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| Waters never part
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| Until our feet get wet, whoa, whoa
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| There’s a deeper place to go
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| Where the road seems hard to hoe
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| He who has begun this work
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| Won’t let it go (let it go!)
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| And it takes so long to see the change
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| But we look around, and it seems so strange
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| We have come so far, but the journey’s long
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| And we once were weak, but now we are strong |