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| − | In the wasteland I wait for a sign from above< /br>
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| − | An ache to speak with a God of love< /br>
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| − | Silence when I call his name< /br>
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| − | I shiver and soon grow numb to pain< /br>
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| − | Then, as in a vision or dream< /br>
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| − | There was a light, or so it seemed< /br>
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| − | Amidst the darkness, blinding snow< /br>
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| − | She smiled at me from out the glow< /br>
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| − | She took my hand and held it fast< /br>
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| − | Together many years we passed< /br>
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| − | Though yet I have not seen God's face< /br>
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| − | In this I can receive his grace< /br>
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| − | This faerie child bequeathed to me< /br>
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| − | To show me truth I cannot see< /br>
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| − | God so far away from sight< /br>
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| − | Sends me still his shining light< /br>
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| − | Snapdragon
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