| We all live in the Year of Sunday, so many things are in store for us
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| Oh what a gift to be born in Sunday’s beautiful light way down here in the dusk
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| People, return to the tree of oneness, oh won’t you hurry the Presence is there
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| Down on our knees in the darkness of Sunday, we’ll find the answers to all of
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| our prayers
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| And then everyday will be Sunday, for you and me. |
| How I pray! |
| How I pray!
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| God made a pact with Abraham, never leave a man alone
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| So Abraham gathered his family, and brought his people home
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| Along came Moses, gave the world a push. |
| Climbed upon a mountain high
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| He got the Ten Commandments from a burning bush and put together his first tribe
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| Then came Jesus to Jerusalem, ridin' on His shoulder a dove
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| The dove upon his shoulder said he was the One, the One to teach us how to love!
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| Mohammed stayed out in the desert sun, stayed out there just as long as he could
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| The Maker gave him water from the River of Life, and then he gave us nationhood
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| And then time passed, soon the dark clouds, came and covered up Mohammed’s sun
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| But the young Báb, down in Persia land, came to tell us of the Promised One
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| (From Baha’i Scripture) «Lo, the nightengale of paradise
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| Singeth upon the twig of the Tree of Eternity
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| With holy and sweet melodies
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| Proclaiming to the sincere ones the glad tidings of the nearness of God.»
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| Bahá'u'lláh! |
| Bahá'u'lláh! |
| Bahá'u'lláh! |
| Bahá'u'lláh!
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| We all live in the Year of Sunday, so many things are in store for us
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| Oh what a gift to be born in Sunday’s beautiful light way down here in the dusk
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| We all live in the Year of Sunday, so many things are in store for us
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| Oh what a gift to be born in Sunday’s beautiful light way down here in the dusk. |