| How great the wonders of the heavens
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| And the timeless beauty of the night
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| How great -- then how great the creator?
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| And its star like priceless jewels far beyond the reach of kings
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| Bow down for the shepard guiding him home
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| But how many eyes are closed to the wonder of this night?
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| Like pearls, hidden, deep beneath a dark stream of desires
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| But like dreams vanish with the call to prayer
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| And the dawn extinguishes night — here too are signs
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| God is the light
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| God is the light
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| How great the beauty of the Earth and the creatures who dwell on her
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| How great -- then how great the creator?
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| As it’s mountains pierce the clouds hight about the lives of men
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| Weeping rivers for thousands of years
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| But how many hearts are closed to the wonders of this sight?
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| Like birds in a cage, asleep with closed wings
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| But as work stops with the call to prayer
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| And the birds recite — here too are signs
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| God is the light
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| God is the light
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| How great the works of man and the things he makes
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| How great -- then how great the creator?
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| Though he strives to reach the heavens he can barely survive
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| The wars of the world he lives in
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| Yet how many times he’s tried, himself to immortalize?
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| Like his parents before him in the garden of Eden
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| But like the sun sets with the call to prayer
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| And surrenders to the night here too are signs
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| God is the light everlasting
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| God is the light everlasting
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| God is the light everlasting
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| God is the light everlasting |