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Andrew Peterson - The Magic Hour |
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Come climb the hill with me |
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Come and be still with me |
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Come watch the sun sink away |
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If you will with me |
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Come watch the garden grow |
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Down by the gravel road |
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Come warm your hands in the gold |
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Of the afterglow |
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Into the peace of these wild things, |
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Into the wild of this grace, |
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Into the grace of this blessing, |
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Speak in the peace of this place |
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Come walk the cedar stand |
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Over the broken dam |
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Sit on the bench at the bend in the trail again |
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Look how the children laugh |
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Out in the tumble grass |
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Bright as a fire and as fine as a photograph |
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Into the peace of these wild things, |
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Into the wild of this grace, |
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Into the grace of this blessing, |
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Speak in the peace of this place |
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Here at the magic hour |
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Time and eternity |
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Mingle a moment in chorus |
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Here at the magic hour |
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Bright is the mystery |
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Plain is the beauty before us |
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Could this beauty be for us? |
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What is this voice that sings |
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Holy and hovering |
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Over this hill in the still of the evening? |
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(Son of God, speak) |
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Into the peace of these wild things, |
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Into the wild of this grace, |
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Into the grace of this blessing, |
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Speak in the peace of this place |