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Waiting to be Found
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(Written by Billy Sprague and Wayne Kirkpatrick)
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When I met You I was not alone
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Walking on some holy mountain highway
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My hiding place was so overgrown
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With the company of those who saw things my way
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The straight and narrow never even crossed my mind
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Winding through the valley of the blind leading the blind
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Waiting to be found
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Waiting to be found
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The sun climbs high
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Then the sun goes down
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On people waiting to be found
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On people waiting to be found
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No bolt of light took away my sight
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No ghost of Moses made me tremble
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No preacher's threat could have set me right
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It took a quiet revelation plain and simple
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Only You could reach into the cavern of my soul
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And offer me a candle and a hand to hold
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Waiting to be found
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(Behind the laughter painted eyes)
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Waiting to be found
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(Deep in the shadows where we hide)
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The sun climbs high
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Then the sun goes down
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On people waiting to be found
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On people waiting to be found
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People looking high and low
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For the One who is closer than they know
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Waiting to be found
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Waiting to be found
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The sun climbs high
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Then the sun goes down
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On people waiting to be found
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On people waiting to be found
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Waiting to be Found
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| Susan Ashton |
