so he sat behind his natural defenses
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and there he wrestled with the song
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he heard his name in every line,
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his life in every measure
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faced with feelings he could not explain
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there was hunger in his hollow hesitation
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there was posturing for peace
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but even where the spirit willed
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the flesh was still maintaining
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ground to give only for a sign
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and the call went out again
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take this bread, drink this cup
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know this price has pardoned you
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from all that's hardened you
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but it's going to take some trust
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he lost a heartbeat when he heard the testimony
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another soul forsaking pride
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and quickened by the spirit
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he's so sure that he could hear it
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Jesus his Savior calling him to come
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come every soul by sin oppressed
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there's mercy with the Lord
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and He will surely give you rest
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by trusting in His word.
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Trust
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| Smalltown Poets |
