| Every day I hear it evil is abroad
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| Making even children enemies of God
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| Yet somehow I always find above the crowd
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| Other voices pleading, crying truth aloud
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| And I don’t know your name
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| But I think I see your face
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| I see you standing in the fire
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| Standing on the Word remembering the call
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| I see you standing, standing
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| I see you standing tall
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| In the dire struggle you have held your ground
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| Wisdom and the passion form a mighty sound
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| Thunder in the distance, you are not alone
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| Winds of courage rushing from the righteous throne
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| And I don’t know your name
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| But I can see your face
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| You’re bringin' hope inside my heart
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| And motion to my feet
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| I know my friend that someday we will meet
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| And I don’t know your name
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| But I can see your face |