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Man, just a grain of sand on an island |
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In a sea of stars |
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I heard the call to come home |
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And sweetly, yet urgent as |
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A mother calls to her wayward son |
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One who in darkness lingers |
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Lacking faith I stood rooted |
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As the darkness wrapped me round she sang |
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If the stars should then appear |
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One night in a thousand years |
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How would man believe and adore |
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If the light of the city of God was shown there |
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Would they believe? |
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If the stars should then appear |
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One night in a thousand years |
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This recurring theme beckoned |
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A song snatched in fragments I heard |
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Uplifted into infinite space |
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All as one |
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The one is all, yes the one, the one is all |
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On the distant line of the horizon man beholds |
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Light of his heart as he looks to the sky |
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He need not question how or why |
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The perpetual presence of the Higher Mind |
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In His life, the sublime and the power divine |
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I watched the morning star burning brightly |
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I could sense its passion reflected there |
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In the fire of your eyes |
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If the stars should then appear |
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One night in a thousand years |
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How would man believe and adore |
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If the light of the city of God was shown there |
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Would they believe? |
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If the stars should then appear |
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One night in a thousand years |
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The scope of imagination |
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Searching the dark for a way |
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Just look to the multitude overhead |
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All point to the one |
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The one is all |
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The power divine |
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Light of the higher mind |
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Love, the power divine |
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Light of the higher mind |
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Love, the power divine |
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Yet man still doubts his destiny with God |
