| I was walking and praying for a glimpse of the Lord
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| Just to know He was walking with me
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| The past I’d confessed, I’d given my heart
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| But the memories won’t let me be
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| Then in my mind’s eye an image appeared
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| Of a tortured man nailed to a tree
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| His face hid by hair soaked with his blood
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| Lifted up and I saw it was me
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| You’ve been there, you’ve done that
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| So let yourself go, all is paid for and done
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| The phantoms that haunt you are under the blood
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| Go play like a child in the sun, go, child and play in the sun
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| The next thing I saw was a garden at dawn
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| The sun peeping over the hill
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| What looked like a woman, her face in her hands
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| Was weeping like hope had been killed
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| Then something demanded I look at the light
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| A voice said, «Come, trade in your fear»
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| For a brand new beginning like you were just born
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| Go dance for there is no death here |