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Forty years the wilderness held my sad children |
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Promises of lands that flow with milk and honey |
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Hold me Jordan, hold me |
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JordanThe builders of the wall, the temple fell |
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The sun and moon stood still circled by |
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By the twelve stones of |
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Jordan, hold me |
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JordanTomorrow you will walk on water |
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Oh, twelve stones, twelve stones of |
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JordanTomorrow you will take me down to the river |
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Oh, twelve stones, twelve stones of |
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JordanWell, divided were the waters at the feet of the priests |
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And did you see me |
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Joshua, standing in the |
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JordanSee the open wounds flowing from your hands |
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Flowing from your feet, hold me |
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JordanTomorrow you will walk on water |
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Oh, twelve stones, twelve stones of |
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JordanTomorrow you will take me down to the river |
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Oh, twelve stones, twelve stones of |
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JordanOh, now you hungry my sad children |
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And are you thirsty, run to the river |
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And are you angry my sad children |
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Take the twelve stones, twelve stones of |
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Jordan |
