you hung the hopes of a world
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on a shining star
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ready to give just a glimpse
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a little bit of who you are
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when the heavens wink on a midnight clear
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takes me back thirty years
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and again i hear
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glory, glory, angels sing
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to the now and always King
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glory to the One who brings
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a little bit of who You are
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i lay my head in a pasture bed
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to this very day
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there are few of us left to the Master's work
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is it true help is on its way?
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the faintest flickers above have gone
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but a shepherd greets me with dawn
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saying, "I am the One"
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suddenly there's nothing left of Him
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but a little light burning deep within me
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glory, glory, angels sing
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to the now and always King
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glory to the One who brings
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peace and life and everything
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Who You Are
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| Smalltown Poets |
