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A stone for a pillow as hard as his head |
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He slept on holy ground |
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The dreaming deciever, he drempt of a ladder |
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With angels up and down |
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And the ladder was a way |
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The stairway was a sign |
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The gates of heaven opened wide |
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revealing the divine |
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Asleep on holy ground he lay |
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Oblivious to the night |
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Inside his head and heart were full of inexpressible light |
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Soon he would be confronted by the friend that we most fear |
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Asleep on holy ground he lay |
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deceitful blessed seer |
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The dream that he drempt now transformed to a nightmare |
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As he wrestled with a man |
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The unearthly power of his beloved opponent made Jacob understand |
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That the wrestling was the way |
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The struggle was the sign |
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He limped away his lesson learned |
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Now israel was defined |
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He limped away on holy ground awakened from the dream |
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Having learned his costly lesson from the way of the Nazarine |
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That pain's the path to blessing love will fight us to be found |
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and God remains a dream to those who sleep on holy ground |
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