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Lyrics:
The morning sun above my house from my backyard swing I remember everything The warmth of 9am light piercing autumn cold And my light coat I remember everything I would sing where my neighbors could hear me I would sing till my mom called me in She’d call it my childhood trademark How I long to be that child again When You call us home Would You call us home? The morning sun above my house—at the time, nothing But I remember almost everything Six feet in the sky, I’d catch the morning jogger’s eye But I didn’t fear for anything Still the little boy grows up And he never seems to know How to cherish and to love What will wither when he’s grown But it still can’t seem to die completely Cause I still feel that rush at times Of the warmth, and the cold And the hopes of us never growing old When You take us home This one’s for the ground beneath our feet And lifting off as on a swing Into a half-remembered dream We knew as kids but haven’t seen The home alive in future things We wanna feel it, God This one’s for the aching in our chests A cry for love, a cry for rest Up to the One Who loves us best Out from a temporary mess Into the hope of the oppressed We really need it, God This one’s for a once-forgotten boy Who reemerged with every toy
The cruel world could not destroy When cruelness was counted joy For all the goodness You employ The joy, we see it, God Carry us to our eternal home We’ll know as we’ve been fully known We’ll find the giants felled by stone In every hole we felt alone in Run with reignited bones And not grow weary, God When You take me home...
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