| With every halting step I take
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| I hang by a thread that will not break
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| God loves the wayward child
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| He longs to be reconciled
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| To those on the other side of grace
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| If we all hunger for the truth
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| And if we share these common roots
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| In Adam we had our start
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| And through him we drift apart
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| But there can be a change upon the face
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| There is a light that shines in darkness
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| There is a lamp that lights the way
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| May you find comfort in its glow
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| May you know all there is to know
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| May you find warmth within its rays
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| This is a re-occurring dream
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| History’s re-occurring theme
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| Prisoners of human pride
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| An unlikely place to hide
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| Wondering who will light the way
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| There is a light that shines in darkness
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| There is a lamp that lights the way
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| May you find comfort in its glow
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| May you know all there is to know
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| May you find warmth within its rays |