| A cloud without color cloaks the dawn
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| As I cling to my earnest resolve
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| With faltering footsteps and fire in my heart
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| I fight to stand up when I fall
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| Though the drone of defeat drums a deafening roar
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| And mocks each advance that I make
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| I refuse to retire or relinquish my hold
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| On the righteousness I undertake
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| I’m a pilgrim of Heaven
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| This world’s not my own
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| I may walk by myself but I’m never alone
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| No place to lay my head
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| Like my Lord who came before
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| Though the birds have their nest
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| I have nowhere to rest
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| And there is no place, no place
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| No place to lay my head
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| Like My Lord
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| Though the birds have their nest
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| I have nowhere to rest
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| And there is no place to lay my head
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| The struggle is sweetness and pleasure the pain
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| As I walk where the Savior has been
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| Adversity howls down the mountains I climb
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| With the fury of Golgotha’s wind
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| The rendering of pride is the sword in my side
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| And surrender the nails in my hands
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| Down my own way of sorrows I carry my cross
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| On a journey that’s just as He planned
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| Bearing scars of my Master’s
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| My heart’s near His own
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| I may die by myself, but I’m never alone
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| Oh, no place to lay my head
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| Like my Lord who came before
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| Though the birds have their nest
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| I have nowhere to rest
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| And there is no place, there’s no place
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| No place to lay my head
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| Like My Lord
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| Though the birds have their nest
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| I have nowhere to rest
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| And there is no place to lay my head
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| No place to lay my head |