I see my faith before me
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It's always there before
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And I can no more own it
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Than I can own the road that I'm on
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And I don't know where it leads me
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I don't know where it leads me
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Peace and resurrection
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Suffering and dejection
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I don't know
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My body's tired from trying to bring you here
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My brow is furrowed trying to see things clear
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So I'll turn my back to the black
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And fall
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And wait for the mystery
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To rise up and meet me
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There are as many takers
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As there are hearts to take it
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There are so many fakers
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I myself have faked it
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I should know
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Sometimes this has left me
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Groping in the darkness
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Hoping in the darkness
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I will run into you again
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My body's tired from trying to bring you here
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My brow is furrowed trying to see things clear
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So I'll turn my back to the black
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And fall
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And wait for the mystery
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To rise up and meet me
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My body's tired from trying to bring you here
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My brow is furrowed trying to see things clear
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So I'll turn my back to the black
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And fall
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Pray for the mystery
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To rise up and meet me
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Oh I'll wait for your mystery
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To rise up and lead me home
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Mystery
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Sara Groves |