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Your grace like the morning
Your arms are like vines that swallow up the old of the house....
Your breath is like fire....
That lifts up the tired, dead branch and brings it to life....
I used to search for Your hiding place....
Now I canât find where Youâre not....
Sweep me away One who numbered my steps....
Here in the silence speak....
Sweep me away....
Alone with you God....
Here in the silence speak....
I and my questions....
We seek out Your name, to find in it speaking some truth....
When sons turn to fathers, and fathers to dust....
Your name still remains my source of trust....
I used to search for Your hiding place....
Now I canât find where Youâre not....
Sweep me away One who numbered my steps....
Here in the silence speak....
Sweep me away....
Alone with you God....
Here in the silence speak....
Here in the silence speak, speak to me, speak to me....
Sweep me away One who numbered my steps....
Here in the silence speak....
Sweep me away....
Alone with you God....
Here in the silence speak....
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