Oh, the days when I drew lines around my faith
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To keep you out, to keep me in, to keep it safe
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Oh, the sense of my own self entitlement
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To say who's wrong or won't belong or cannot stay
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'Cause somebody somewhere decided
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We'd be better off divided
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And somehow despite the damage done
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He says, "come" ...
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There is room enough for all of us, please come
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And the arms are open wide enough, please come
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And our parts are never greater than the sum
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This is the heart of the One
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Who stands before an open door and bids us, "come"
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Oh, the times when I haved failed to recognise
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How may chairs are gathered there around the feast
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To break the bread and break these boundaries
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That have kept us from our only common ground
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The invitation to sit down
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If we will come ...
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There is room enough for all of us, please come
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And the arms are open wide enough, please come
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And our parts are never greater than the sum
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This is the heart of the One
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Who stands before an open door and bids us, "come"
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Come, from the best of humanity
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Come, from the depths of depravity
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Come now and see how we need
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Every different bead on this same string
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Come ...
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There is room enough for all of us, please come
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And the arms are open wide enough, please come
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And our parts are never greater than the sum
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This is the heart of the One
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Who stands before an open door and bids us, "come"
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Please Come
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| Nichole Nordeman |
