| Western world where the strong survive
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| And the meek will inherit the dregs
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| Living now in the twilight time
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| Will the world hear the answer it begs
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| Secular and sacred blur
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| Without even raising a flag
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| When so many masters call
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| Is it the tail or the dog that will wag?
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| With some among us weak at the knees
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| And many others who do as they please
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| There still remains a witness
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| The few who will stand and say
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| I’ve got strong convictions 'bout the way that I live
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| I’ve got no concessions that I’m willing ot give
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| Strong convictions that are worth living by
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| Strong convictions 'till the day I die
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| It’s so hard seeing black and white
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| When so much appears to be gray
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| WIth no faith in the absolute
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| It’s no wonder the standard will stray
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| With bold convictions leading the way
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| With those who have them willing to say
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| There is a new horizon
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| I can say as for me and mine
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| Pressure makes the perfect diamond
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| Measure of the saints refining
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| Don’t ever want to stray
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| I really want to stay
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| Steadfast and immovable in Him |