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Once a true believer |
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Once there was a fire in your soul |
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You were the epitome of blessed faith astir |
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With thirst for holiness |
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And hunger for the Word |
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Now you move in other circles |
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To the beat of different drums |
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And I see only glimpses of the one you used to be |
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The inspiration that you were to me' |
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I miss the way His love would dance within your eyes |
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I miss the way His heart was the soul of your life |
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And somewhere in the saddest part of heaven's room |
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Our Father sheds a tear for you |
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He's missing you, too |
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Some are calling you a prodigal |
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Some aren't calling you at all |
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But far away someone is calling you back home |
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Do you hear it anymore out there on your own |
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I miss the way His love would dance within your eyes |
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I miss the way His heart was the soul of your life |
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And somewhere in the saddest part of heaven's room |
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Our Father sheds a tear for you |
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He's missing you, too |
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Once a true believer |
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Once there was a fire in your soul |
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You were the epitome of blessed faith astir |
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With thirst for holiness |
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And hunger for the Word |
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Now you move in other circles |
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To the beat of different drums |
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And I see only glimpses of the one you used to be |
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The inspiration that you were to me |
