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There once was a language foreign to me
Once, only written in the stars and sea
It was one I watched in epic struggle
To learn to grasp, to hold, to cuddle
But it was a language, a land, beyond my reach
I was like a blind man drunk
I ran without a cane
To find the roar, to feel the dunk
But inside, my heart remained the same
I was like a deaf man roars
To fill the vacancy of sound
To shake my fist, to break the door
But inside, my emptiness was bound
They came to when I was blind and dumb
They offered me their words of light to save
But my heart was cold and numb
There words rang out as if it were a cave
They muttered and they babbled
About a special "Word" that was living
I didn't understand their language
But I reached in darkest desperation
I prayed in foreign words
For God's son to set me free
New heart, new ears, for which I heard
The language of his love: Believe!
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