| I see God in symmetry
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| I see God in our make-believe
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| I see God in our grand attempts
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| To make something beautiful before life ends
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| I see God in irony
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| In fragile heirlooms within children’s reach
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| And I see God in our damaged goods
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| But you see God in ways I wish I could
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| You see God in ways I wish I could
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| Without instruction, without obstruction you believe
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| Without container or dualistic framework
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| You see the Holy Ghost in broad daylight
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| And I see the reflection in your eyes
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| I see God in healing bones
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| In the sanctuary of our homes
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| I see God in the wilderness
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| In our magnetism to recklessness
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| Black or white we’re vivid color
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| After a while it all runs together
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| Our stained glass means nothing without light
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| I see God in our damaged good
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| But you see God in ways I wish I could
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| You see God in ways I wish I could
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| Without assurance, without insurance you believe
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| Without condition or the promise of heaven
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| You see the Holy Ghost in broad daylight
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| And I see the reflection in your eyes
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| I see the reflection in your eyes |