| It is not for us to resolve things
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| That are not of this world.
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| A world with God would be Even more disturbing than a universe without Him.
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| For if He tolerates atrocities,
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| If he condones such cruelty,
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| Who would want to worship such a maker anyway?
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| They locked her up for thirty days
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| In a dark room under the roof.
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| They broke her will with the cane --
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| She’ll remember everything.
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| You are trying to save me,
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| But, perhaps, I am not lost.
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| It is not your love that I do not accept;
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| It’s this world of God’s, created by God, that I cannot agree to accept.
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| I’ve dragged myself onto the ocean,
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| And stared all night into the sky.
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| The only lives I saw were far below me:
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| Black waters, full of life.
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| I, too, lived on roots and locusts.
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| I, too, have been in the wilderness.
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| I, too, was striving
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| To stand among the elect,
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| Among the strong and powerful.
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| You are trying to save me,
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| But, perhaps, I am not lost.
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| It is not your love that I do not accept;
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| It’s this world of God’s, created by God, that I cannot agree to accept.
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| I’ve dragged myself onto the ocean,
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| And stared all night into the sky.
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| The only lives I saw were far below me:
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| Black waters, full of life.
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| I, too, lived on roots and locusts.
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| I, too, lived on roots and locusts.
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| I, too, lived on roots and locusts.
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| I, too, prized the freedom with which Thou hast blessed us;
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| But, I woke up.
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| And, would not serve madness.
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| And, would not serve madness.
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| And, would not…
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| The kiss glows deep in his heart.
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| But, the old man adheres to his idea. |
| (x6)
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| It is not for us to resolve things
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| That are not of this world.
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| I, too, lived on roots and locusts.
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| I, too, lived on roots and locusts.
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| I, too, lived on roots and locusts.
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| I, too -- |