| From glaring spectral visions of unholy light
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| Funneled through a sad and broken kaleidoscope
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| Focus knob snapped off a long time ago
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| Bitterly sinking now you’re your own foe
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| Day after month after year after decade
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| Slipping away cuz your mind up you’ve made
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| Like a nagging dream — «a better life is out there»
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| Reaching out our hand a hand reaches right back to ours
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| Confusion starts to clear — a path appears before us
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| Should I trust the hand that I have never seen before?
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| The image is scrambled no reason to hope
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| The colors are there but in darkness we grope
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| A random arrangement of photons in tatters
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| Believing the lie that our life never matters
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| Reach your hand — He’ll reach back
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| Lead — Poland
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| Reach your hand — He’ll reach back
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| The crushing weight of eternity
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| Deafening moment for you and me
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| The weight is lifted when we choose to walk the path He offers
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| Kaleidoscope He hands to us — the focus clear — it’s time to trust
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| The broken lens is paid for by the blood shed on the cross
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| Lead — Poland
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| 1 Corinthians 2:9 |