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Father Abraham |
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Do you remember when |
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You were called to a land |
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And didn't know the way |
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'Cause we are wandering |
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In a foreign land |
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We are children of the |
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Promise of the faith |
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And I long to find it |
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Can you feel it, too? |
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That the sun that's shining |
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Is a shadow of the truth |
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This is a far country, a far country |
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Not my home |
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In the dark of the night |
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I can feel the shadows all around me |
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Cold shadows in the corners of my heart |
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But the heart of the fight |
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Is not in the flesh but in the spirit |
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And the spirit's got me shaking in the dark |
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And I long to go there |
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I can feel the truth |
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I can hear the promise |
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Of the angels of the moon |
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This is a far country, a far country |
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Not my home |
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I can see in the strip malls and the phone calls |
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The flaming swords of Eden |
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In the fast cash and the news flash |
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And the horn blast of war |
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In the sin-fraught cities of the dying and the dead |
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Like steel-wrought graveyards where the wicked never rest |
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To the high and lonely mountain in the groaning wilderness |
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We ache for what is lost |
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As we wait for the holy God |
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Of Father Abraham |
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I was made to go there |
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Out of this far country |
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To my home, to my home |
