| The Sound and the Fury, the spaces between
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| All our distinctions you cast to the sea
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| Lord, how can this be?
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| How can this be?
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| I’ve been waiting on inspiration
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| He must be gasping in his dreams
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| Cold air turns to condensation
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| And it’s bursting out at the seams
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| If I were Pilate I’d sever my steady hands
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| From ten feet high and six feet down
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| Did you witness our exchange
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| As Judas sold his home for a grave?
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| For a grave
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| Though we continued to sink down
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| I saw your face trickle through my once-jaded glass
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| Not removing but filling all the…
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| Subdivided spaces between
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| I held that phantasm at closest scrutiny
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| To ensure that this was you instead of me
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| Everything is quiet, subsequently alive:
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| All this created and perpetually divine
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| Behold, you make all things anew
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| Die among us so we may die for you
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| Everything is quiet, subsequently alive
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| All this created and perpetually divine
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| Behold, you make all things anew
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| Reside among us so we may live for you
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| How can this be, Lord, how can this be?
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| Silence O Israel, see the light
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| Wait for the sound
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| Chaos of the Cosmos
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| You won’t relent until we have faces
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| Chaos of the Cosmos
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| From every tide, endlessly you emerge
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| Make us whole
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| (Make us whole)
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| Piece our body to our puzzled soul
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| Guide our feet so we can wander no more
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| (Make us whole)
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| Let it be so — Christ Inshallah
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| Oh, Incarnation, make us whole!
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| Neither height nor depth could separate us from your Son
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| Neither life nor death could stand between what you’ve begun
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| As we expire we lift our eyes to you
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| Come wind, come weather
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| Churches in prison praising through the walls
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| You preach petricore as the elect were meant for
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| We lost our lives, you took this war
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| You settled the score, oh you settled the score
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| «Binding the broken, giving sight to the blind,»
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| Instilling the host of life |