The sky was the color of morning
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And the mountains surrounded
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The ground as our bed.
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The Spirit would rise without warning
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Just to burn like the sun
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That would soon warm our hands.
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And the world was three days behind us,
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And the world was three days ahead.
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But for now no one could find us
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In the wilderness.
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Only bound by the burdens we brought,
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But we were slowly releasing them
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Along the way.
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Pride was the battle we fought
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Until we opened our eyes
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To the Light of that day
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The past towered before us,
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But we could see the top of the trail.
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So we climbed with strength we're not born with
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And we were rising...
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We stood on that mountain,
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We turned to the sky.
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With trembling inside,
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We lifted our eyes
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And pulling us higher...
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Was something Divine
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That gave us that time
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On the Divide.
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It was something Divine
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That gave us that time
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On the Divide.
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So we turned from our view at the top
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With a vision so clear
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And the sun in our face.
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And back to the valley we walked
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Knowing everything good
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Has its time and its place.
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New life was burning inside us
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Still it hurt turning to home.
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But the same Spirit would guide us
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That we had seen when...
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We stood on that mountain,
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We turned to the sky.
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With trembling inside,
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We lifted our eyes
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And pulling us higher...
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Was something Divine
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That gave us that time
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On the Divide.
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It was something Divine
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That gave us that time
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On the Divide.
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On the Divide
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Bebo Norman |