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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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