| Silence slips between us, solitude complete
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| The stillness clear and close as heaven’s door
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| The earth beats out its rhythm, in slow and perfect time
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| Counterpoint and harmonies, life’s melodies entwine
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| And we fight the battle here where there’s time to fall in step
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| The secrets are still known here, but the secrets never kept
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| Wild places, somewhere we can see the father’s hand
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| Wild places, somewhere we can be alone with you
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| We need a promised land.
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| Maybe we’ll be wounded in the healing,
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| It’s to be broken to be sure
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| Can we embrace this strange awakening together?
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| Is wisdom carved into creation?
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| The old relationships defined
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| As forbidding as her truth may be We’ll learn her ways with time
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| We’ll learn to take it as it comes
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| We can’t change faster than we can
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| Already we’re a long way from the children we began
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| Wood smoke rising, faces alive in the firelight
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| Forsaking the road and making it home to be there tonight
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| The young making good what they found in the wood
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| What they learned of a land
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| Putting dreams back together
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| Talking it through, reaching out for the hand
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| There’s a moment caught suspended
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| Communion born between our eyes
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| Our vision clears its golden flight ascending
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| And we have seen what we have come for
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| And we will some day see again
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| But we have climbed into the mountains
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| So we must climb back down 'til then
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| But we’ll take it as it is crazy with love and disbelief
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| And the magic of your morning
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| The wilderness, the peace
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| …somewhere we can touch the father’s hand…
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| We need a promised land. |