Oh it's lonesome in this place when all my words are at arm's length. Out of Egypt, keep the faith when I don't know how to relate. Oh it's lonesome in this place when all my words are at arm's length. Cross the Jordan, keep the faith when I don't know how to relate. The truth that aging has brought me: all my friends are scattered to the wind. Like seeds in the soil, take up root, never come back home again. The truth that aging has brought me, all Your love is scattered to the wind. Like seeds in the soil, take up root, until You come back home again. Maybe I couldn't save her, but I could give Your love to everybody else. Lend me the strength of Your shoulder when I can't carry this cross myself.
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