by Mark Gersmehl
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i look at you, you look at me
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our hearts surge with feeling cause we agree
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how the Spirit fills this moment
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holding us together in a bond of love
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such a mystery
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like a window looking out into eternity
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but even though this feels like heaven
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we know that it is just . . .
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the edge of the dream
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the start of the plan
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it's the way we begin to understand
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the endless stream
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the depths of His love
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we got a long way to go
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but the thrill is to know
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it's just the edge of the dream
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feel the strength, the tenderness
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He's given us a glimpse of His Holiness
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as our souls flow together
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let us step on over . . .
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the edge of the dream
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into the heart of His plan
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it's the way we begin to understand
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the endless stream
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the depths of His love
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we got a long way to go
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but the truth we must know
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Lord we must search for Your wisdom
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we went to live as Your children
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and move closer, closer, closer
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to the dream
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(repeat first chorus)
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Edge of the Dream
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White Heart |