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I was a boy at a tender age, a man through sand in my eyes It left me deep in a fog and under threatening skies I felt so powerless and weak, and so unable to learn The gift of gathering light, the presence that I deserved Verse; I was blind, I could not see That if I opened my eyes, I could be free I was a man of a broken heart; bartender put beer in my hand My soul was deep in the fire; my eyes were still full of sand I felt so powerless and weak and so unable to feel The gift of unending light to which my heart was to yield Verse; I was blind, I could not see That if I let go my heart, I could be free Bridge: I was alone at a wedding feast; a man made water to wine And as I drank from the cup, I was no longer blind I heard the trumpet of truth, which gave me power to see The grace of unending light, surrendering was the key Verse; I was blind, but now I see The power of love, True victory |