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Words & music: gary chapman, tim marsh, and michael w. smith
Caught in a dream of where I want to be
Wrapped in a web of where I am
I feel a wall between what is and what should be
You find me waiting for a miracle
You hear me praying for a plan
You are the only one prepared to rescue me
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Then you take away the distance
Found between the truth and me
And you give a simple reason to my restless rhyme
Whoa, hide me in the heaven
You have held within your hand
And make a way to find a way to soothe my mind
There is a way that might seem right to me
A dim reflection of what's good
Just an illusion of the best that I can be
But there's another path you offer me
I wish I always understood
Some way you see right through my thoughts
And know my needs
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