| By my grandfather’s bed, my mother is reading
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| Psalm 62, God is our refuge
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| My grandfather stirs, could it be
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| He is waking, one final time
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| He has something to say
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| If you only knew what lies awaiting
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| If you could only see what I can see
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| If you could only hear the music playing
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| The angels singing sweet victory
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| Oh, if you only knew, if you only knew
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| How much he loves you
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| By my grandfather’s bed, my mother is broken
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| Psalm 17, O God I call on you
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| She doesn’t want to hear
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| Any words about leaving
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| My grandfather says
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| «Fear not, this is my time
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| And into his presence I’ll fly»
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| If you only knew what lies awaiting
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| If you could only see what I can see
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| If you could only hear the music playing
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| The angels singing sweet victory
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| Oh, if you only knew, if you only knew
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| How much he loves you |