| I abandon my addiction to the certainty of life
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| And my need to know everything
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| This illusion cannot speak, it cannot walk with me at night
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| As I taste life’s fragility
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| I am looking for a savior I can see and know and touch
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| One who dwells within the midst of us
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| May a broken God be known within the earth beneath our feet
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| Let our souls behold humility
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| Let our souls behold humility
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| When our plans become the casualties of getting through the day
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| And we begin to know our weakness
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| And denial isn’t strong enough to hold our fears at bay
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| And we can’t escape our emptiness
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| I see the sympathy of heaven in the earth and wind and trees
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| I see hope within the morning sun
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| I am searching for meaning
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| I am looking for healing
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| I am haunted by your reflection
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| I was blinded by my addictions
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| I am torn apart by the dying
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| I am giving up on escaping
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| Will I learn to live without taking
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| Will I learn to see beauty in the making
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| I can’t pretend to know
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| The beginning from the end
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| But there’s beauty in the life thats given
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| We may bless or we may curse
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| Every twist and every turn
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| Will we learn to know the joy of living |