I will go where glory meets the crude and weak
I
From this blessed morning, our love constant has been pouring
Pouring
You have walked so deep a canyon, deep a canyon
Sadness and rhyme, these are the times
These are the memories
And
Once upon a time, we were young
We thought we'd escape
Water for the thirsty, wholeness for the meek
Shelter and foundation
I wish I could feel all the strength of your
Softly remember we
Softly remember the words on the wall
They remind
Something keeps you this night
Deep within the inside
Burning from the
Vere Sanctus es
Domine Fons omnis sanctitatis
Domine, Domine
This chest is full of memories
Of gold and silver tears
I'll
All of us could dream about a place of
Quiet rest
All
When my broken world caves in
And the darkness covers over
With
In the gold flood of light
Where the earth meets summer
This is the life, the life of huge and small
Forces
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