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Hope Like A Stranger
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Words & Music by Bob Bennett
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© 1991 Bright Avenue Songs
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P.O. Box 1578
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Cypress, CA 90630-6578
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Reprinted/Posted by Permission
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All Rights Reserved
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Hope, like a stranger, came to my door
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I was afraid, I was rude
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"What are you coming here for?
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Have you come to stay
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Or are you just passing through?
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I've seen your face
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But I do not know you"
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And he said, "You know me,
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But I've had to remain
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Hidden in the shadows
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Of your sorrow and pain
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For you have lived your life
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As a slave, so it seems
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Believing your nightmares
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Instead of your dreams"
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Hope, like a stranger
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Posed a question like a dare
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"Can you mask the mysteries of your heart
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Pretending not to care?
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For the thing that you dismissed
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With your cynical facade
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Was the hope you'd been given
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From the very heart of God
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And it drove you in secret
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But you held it close at bay
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And you tried to desown me
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But you're not made to be that way
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So I stand here, longing
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For no matter where you run
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I will wait like the father
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Of the Prodigal Son"
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He said, "Hope by itself,
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It can never be an end
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It's like holding paper money
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That's impossible to spend
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Unless the value is a given
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That bargain's incomplete"
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Then he showed me the scars
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Of his hands and his feet
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I touched his wounds
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As I steadied my nerve
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He said, "I only bear the marks
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Of the Master I serve
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And He sends me here to tell you
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I am bound up with Him
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You'd do well, when He comes
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To also let Him in"
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Hope, like a stranger, came to my door
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But he's risen and he stays
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A stranger no more
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Hope Like A Stranger
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Bob Bonnett |