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Rick Swartzentrover
© 06-19-1999 |
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I enter your world through the open window of your heart
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Only to find you cowering in the corner like a scared little child
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Terrified of being alone, scared to death of life
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Ghostly shadows cast upon the wall of your heart
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Of demonic memories and goulash pain
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I know why loneliness scares you so much
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For on the cross I as lonely too.
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How I desired to flee the darkness and fly into my Fathers arms
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The nightmare of rejection by all I loved
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And the blind eyed, repulsed stare of a sinless God
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But I stayed on that cross and swallowed my fears
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Because I saw you 2000 years across time and space
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All alone in your life, all alone in your walk
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And in your pain we become one
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Maker and made by our common experiences
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You know a shadow of a bloody cross death
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Of rejection, of sadness, of singularity
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Those ghostly shadows are just tricks of hellish light
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Growing your fears of uncertain futures
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Don’t you believe that I have vanquished all of your monsters?
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I hold your future in the palm of my hand,
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in the deepest recesses of my heart.
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He who hates you is no longer under your bed
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It’s time to rest now in the peace of my love
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Pull the blanket from off your head and begin to live
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We’ll walk around your heart together and look in all the scary
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See I told you. the closet is as safe as my arms
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And under your bed is nothing but old dusty memories
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Your tears are simply figments of sin damaged years
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But don’t worry because I’ll stay with you and leave my light on.
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Morning will come and all the phantoms of darkness will vanish
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As I cradle you in my arms - sleep now and dream good dreams |
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