Your voice is like the deepest ocean
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So rich with color that this language cannot name
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You speak in shades of thunder
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In storms and rain you have brought me low
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With one word you can call the halcyon waters forth
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Your face is radiant like an ancient star
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It burns across the universe of my mind
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I put my hands over my eyes, my prayers they make no sound
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My knees pull me prostrate to the earth
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I wait for the morning light like a watchman
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Your presence it is like a whisper
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It is here and then it hides away
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I see the flaming skies, the summer fields in bloom
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I see the beauty glimmer through the rocks before it fades
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Back to the ground I am returning, I measure the days
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I Measure The Days (Simplified Anglican Chant)
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| Derek Webb |
