I. So it¡¯s Come To This
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Beneath the face of an August moon.
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Encircled by a gang of angry clouds.
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Down the corridor of a silver beam. motes of dust wander aimlessly.
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I startle them away with a wave of my hand.
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They scatter along my unfinished thoughts.
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So, it¡¯s come to this.
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I gave all I had to attain this world.
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I have gained nothing but sorrow.
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Here I wait as the storm clouds gather.
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For my road to end, for what more can there be?
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Surely there is no way for me to turn around and start again.
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Or is there?
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Can it be there is another way?
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A guide, to take me to another chance?
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If I called His name would He rescue me,
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from this fairy tale minus happy ending?
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Could it be that this Savior would draw close to me, and take me home?
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II. Famous Last Words
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I used believe that I was meant for greatness.
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Now I understand that greatness was not for me.
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I don¡¯t think there¡¯s a man alive who even knows my name.
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Lets face it, I¡¯m destined for mediocrity.
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Sometimes I think about the way things might have been.
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And the words of a young man to naive to see.
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It¡¯s all right, I can handle it, I¡¯m in control.
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Now I lie awake in bed afraid of tomorrow.
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And I¡¯m amazed they haven¡¯t carted me away.
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My friends never believed that I would get this far
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but me I¡¯m more surprised that I had the nerve to stay.
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And now I¡¯m hanging on to a broken limb
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and it¡¯s a long way down.
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And a betting man wouldn¡¯t give me one more day.
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But Its all right, I can handle it, I¡¯m in control.
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Meaningless, all is meaningless.
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III. Brush With Life
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Thunder bellows for attention, like an angry father.
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Lightning pops staccato flashbulbs, blinding sleepless eyes.
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The wind howls a requiem for the unseen,
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unceremonious passage of innocence
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gone forever, in deep unechoed sighs.
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I stand before the Son of Man , I cannot hide my tears of shame.
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I wait for Him to turn away but to my surprise He calls my name.
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Do you think you¡¯ve been alone? I have walked your every step?
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I understand the pain you feel. I carried it down angry streets.
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Child! Look upon My hands and My feet,
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the wound in my side, and the stripes on My back.
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All of these that you see I gladly bore. that through My suffering you may live.
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He strokes my cheek with nail scared hands.
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And the truth in His eyes cuts to my bone.
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I did this all for you, that you may never walk alone.
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With voice now firm He calls to me
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Follow Me, and leave your past.
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The time has come for you to choose, to live redeemed of die enslaved!
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I look into the eyes of god, and slain in spirit fall to my knees.
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I cry to my Lord. Forgive my sin! I cannot bare to live this way!
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I lift my eyes to meet a gaze that heals me to this very day.
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Lord! I choose to follow you!
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IV. Free At Last
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Free from this madness my old life is sent to the dust.
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Gone is the ruin I dwelt in for all of these years.
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Free from this prison I start on a voyage of trust.
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No more the victim of hollow deception and fear.
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I fly among loved ones in ten thousand years of romance.
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We wait as a bride to be wed to the Lord of the dance.
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Now comes our champion in royal array.
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In promised return He is come here to take us away!
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V. The Long Road Home
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I have stood at the edge of destruction looked into the chasm.
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I saw my face among those who would not believe.
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Somehow, and I don¡¯t know why but my eyes were opened.
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I was shown the truth and given a heart to receive.
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The One who has called all the stars to assemble and set them in place,
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has come to me and I¡¯m sure I was awake when I saw His face.
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He has taken my hand and set my feet upon the long road home.
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The Long Road Home
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Ajalon |