A page is turned by the wind to a boy in curly grin
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With a world to conquer at the age of ten
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But as history unfolds and the storybook is told
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He finds salvation but not at the hands of man
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And the God of second chance
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Picked him up and He let him dance
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Through a world that is not kind
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And all this time, preparing him, the one
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To hold him up when he comes undone
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Beneath the storm, beneath the sun
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And now a man, here you stand
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Your day has come
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A page is turned in this world to reveal a little girl
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With a heart that's bigger, as it is unfurled
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By the language in her soul, that's teaching her to grow
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With a careful cover of love that will not fail
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And the God of second chance
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Picked her up and He let her dance
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Through a world that isn't kind
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And all this time, preparing her the one
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To hold her up when she comes undone
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Beneath the storm, beneath the sun
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And grown up tall, here you are
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Your day has come
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Beneath the air of autumn, she took him by his hand
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And warm within the ardor, she took his heart instead
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And high upon the mountain, he asked her for her hand
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Just for her hand
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A page is turned in this life, he's making her his wife
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And there is no secret to the source of this much life
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When the grace that falls like rain is washing them again
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Just a chance to somehow rise above this land
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Where the God of second chance
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Will pick them up and he'll let them dance
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Through a world that is not kind
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And all this time, they're sharing with the one
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That holds them up when they come undone
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Beneath the storm, beneath the sun
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And once again, here you stand
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And once again, here you stand
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Your day has come
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A Page Is Turned
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| Bebo Norman |
