Tom Wehrle getting there

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There are days I feed this fever
Like a dead man on my bed
Till I can't divine the truth that I was seeking
From the questions in my head
And there are days when grace compels me
To uncover my disease
There are moments when the spirit breaks my will
And I surrender, I surrender by degrees
It's all about getting there
It's all about the climb
It's all about the things we choose
To keep and the things we leave behind
It's all wrapped up in wonder
It's all a simple prayer
It's all about learning to live with our hunger
It's all about getting there
There are places I've been falling
There are ways that I've been weak
There are moments when I hear
Redemption calling but I'm too far down to speak
There are shining fires of mercy
That consume what I've become
There is love that comes to cast away
The fear of the things I'm running, I'm running from
It's all about getting there
It's all about belief
It's all about fine lines and land mines
And crawling on your knees
It's all wrapped up in wonder
It's all a simple prayer
It's all about learning to follow our hunger
It's all about getting there
It's all about getting there
It's all about a dream
It's all about false starts and heart aches
And bursting at the seams
It's all wrapped up in wonder
It's all a simple prayer
It's all about learning to trust
It's all about getting there
It's all a simple prayer
It's all about learning
To trust with our hunger
It's all about getting there

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