| Small like the stripe of her fingerprints
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| On the pillow her hand while she’s sleeping
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| Wide like the panoramic stroke of midnight
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| Tennessee sky
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| Grace like the expectation of embers
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| Left after the fire of epiphany
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| Fear it grows cold in this hour
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| We will choose who we are on the other side
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| Oh, gracious light. |
| Oh, gracious light
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| I have been walking, walking so long, in darkness
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| Live leaning in when the pain is fierce
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| Oh, the bow, it will break at His coming
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| Stand who can understand the design
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| The refining holy fire
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| Oh, gracious light. |
| Oh, gracious light
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| I have been walking, walking so long, in darkness
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| Feel the sun, feel the heat, on your face
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| Winter is, calling you out of the cave
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| I want to see your face
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| Home it is gone like a vapor, a ghost
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| Hear the echo from corner to corner
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| Found I am lost in the finding, the keeping
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| The losing, the slow rebirth
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| Oh, gracious light. |
| Oh, gracious light
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| Pure brightness of the ever-living father in heaven
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| Oh, gracious light. |
| Oh, gracious light
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| I have been walking, walking so long
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| I have been walking, walking so long
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| I have been walking, walking so long in darkness |