Sunrise, sunset with no eyes to see it
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Garnets and rubies ground up in the sand
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Words from my children with no ears to hear it
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Where is the wonder
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New tender mercies and infinite graces
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Woven like threads in the cloth of my days
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Deep wells of glory behind common faces
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Where is the wonder, where is the wonder
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Oh oh, I need a song that's never old
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Oh oh, I need a story never told
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Promise the just when love grows cold
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You'll make it precious again
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Friendship and good will a sweet invitation
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Kindred in spirit and eager to share
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Love in familiar and long conversations
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There is the wonder, there is the wonder
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Oh oh, sing me the song that's never old
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Oh oh, tell me the story never told
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Promise the just when love grows cold
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You'll make it precious
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Press mud with holy fingers
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Light the ineffable
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Fused in the ordinary
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So much to wonder
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Oh, what a wonder
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Wonder, wonder
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Oh oh, sing me the song that's never old
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Oh oh, tell me the story never told
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Promise the just when love grows cold
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You'll make it precious
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Oh make it precious
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You make it precious again
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Precious Again
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Sara Groves |