| There is a way that leads to life
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| The few that find it never die
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| Past mountain peaks graced white with snow
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| The way grows brighter as it goes
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| There is a road inside of you
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| Inside of me there is one too
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| No stumbling pilgrim in the dark
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| The road to Zion’s in your heart
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| The road to Zion’s in your heart
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| The river runs beside the road
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| Its waters living as they flow
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| In liquid voice the water calls
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| On thirsty knees the pilgrim falls
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| Sometimes a shadow dark and cold
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| Lays like a mist across the road
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| But be encouraged by the sight
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| Where there’s a shadow, there’s a light
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| Sometimes it’s good to look back down
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| We’ve come so far — we’ve gained such ground
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| But joy is not in where we’ve been
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| Joy is who’s waiting at the end |