With every halting step I take
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I hang by a thread that will not break.
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God loves the wayward child
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He longs to be reconciled
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To those on the other side of grace.
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If we all hunger for the truth,
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And if we share these common roots.
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In Adam we had our start,
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And through him we drift apart,
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But there can be a change upon the face.
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There is a light that shines in darkness,
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There is a lamp that lights the way,
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May you find comfort in it's glow,
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May you know all there is to know,
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May you find warmth within it's rays.
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This is a re-occurring dream.
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History's re-occurring theme,
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Prisoners of human pride,
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An unlikely place to hide
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Wondering who will light the way.
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There is a light that shines in darkness,
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There is a lamp that lights the way,
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May you find comfort in it's glow,
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May you know all there is to know,
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May you find warmth within it's rays.
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All There Is To Know
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| Phil Keaggy |
