| Paradoxes of all time, limitations of the mind
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| Darkly looking through a mirror, parallel distorted lines
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| All our knowledge and our plans, every circumstance of man
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| All the wisdom that we’ve gathered never reaches the divine
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| (Wake the wonder of it all)
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| Hear the fool’s soliloquy: cannot grasp, it cannot be
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| Life unfiltered and unfocused, in a broken sanctuary
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| So we seek through every flaw, and we contemplate in awe
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| Ever trusting through the madness that one day we all shall see
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| Some may rise, some may fall, wake the wonder of it all
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| Raising seasons and kings, hidden deep and secret things
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| Giving to receive, you’ll be exalted through humility
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| True freedom found through slavery
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| Behold: what a mystery!
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| Last shall be the first, a living water for eternal thirst
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| Two natures and a virgin birth, all woven in this story’s tapestry
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| Die to live and live to die, you lose it all to save your life
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| Become a fool to be as wise, and see when you close your eyes
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| Saints shall serve to lead
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| And you’ll be strong when you are weakest
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| Finding joy through trials and grief
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| It all shall be told upon the other side
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| Some may rise, some may fall
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| Wake the wonder of it all
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| Raising seasons and kings, hidden deep and secret things
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| All shall bow at Your throne, for Your ways are not our own
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| That You would hear my call, in Your holiness
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| This is the wonder of it all
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| Three in One and One in Three, my burden’s light and yoke is easy
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| Grace sufficient for you to glory in infirmity
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| All of God and all of man incarnate, soul’s redemption plan
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| The Lamb’s blood spilled by human hands shall clean
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| And wash the stain away
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| Some may rise, some may fall
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| Wake the wonder of it all
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| Raising seasons and kings, hidden deep and secret things
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| All shall bow at Your throne, for Your ways are not our own
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| That You would hear my call, in Your holiness
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| This is the wonder of it all |