There¡¯s a silent voice that surrounds me.
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Is it above or is it below me?
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It¡¯s something I can¡¯t see or feel, but I know it¡¯s real.
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Touch me so I can see your power your, glory.
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Show me lord my life¡¯s end, and the number of days I live.
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You¡¯ve made my life a mere handbreadth
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and the number of years is nothing in your hands.
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A man¡¯s life is but a breath
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I think of all the times I¡¯ve let you down
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and all the times that I should have turned around.
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There¡¯s so many I could never count them
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so many times I should have turned from my sin.
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But I was stubborn and thought I could live with it.
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I should just swallow my pride and listen...
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Silent Voice
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