You who live in heaven
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Hear the prayers of those of us who live on earth
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Who are afraid of being left by those we love
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And who get hardened by the hurt
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Do you remember when You lived down here
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Where we all scrape
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To find the faith, to ask for daily bread
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Did You forget about us
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After You had flown away
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Well, I memorized
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Every word You said
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Still I'm so scared
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I'm holding my breath
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While You're up there
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Just playing hard to get
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Do You who live in radiance
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Hear the prayers of those of us who live in skin
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We have a love that's not as patient as Yours was
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Still we do love now and then
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Did You ever know loneliness
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Did You ever know need
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Do You remember just how long a night can get
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When You are barely holding on
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And Your friends fall asleep
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Don't see the blood
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That's running in Your sweat
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Will those who mourn
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Be left uncomforted
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While You're up there
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Just playing hard to get
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And I know You bore our sorrows
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And I know You feel our pain
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And I know that it would not hurt any less
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Even if it could be explained
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And I know that I am only lashing out
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At the One who loves me most
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And after I have figured this somehow
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All I really need to know
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Is if You who live in eternity
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Hear the prayers of those of us who live in time
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We cannot see what's ahead
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And we cannot get free from what we've left behind
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I'm reeling from these voices that keep screaming in my ear
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All these words of shame and doubt, blame and regret
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I can't see how You're leading me unless You've led me here
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To where I'm lost enough to let myself be led
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And so You've been here all along I guess
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It's just Your ways and You are
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Just playing hard to get
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Hard To Get
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| Phil Stacey |
