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As I chase the wind;
the rain begins;
as the sun shines on my face;
and I have no space;
Got nowhere to hide, nowhere to run;
Must stand, must take hold of his hands;
for in his hands he hold a gun
he'll lead and I will...
follow, shallow my pride;
He's right here, right here by my side;
must not run after the sun;
For every man's someone's son;
this is a new day dawn;
as I chase the wind the rain stills;
As I pop the pills;
my pains still rages...
the sun shines on my face;
and I have, haven't gotten a place;
a place to hide;
a place to abide;
so this I decide;
I shouldn't have lied...
got nowhere to run;
still being treated by the man with a gun;
what's this in his side;
what's on his mind, my thoughts are not on him;
why does he grin;
this is genocide;
yet I still must hide;
I'm yet on the Lords side;
why do you cry. . .
got no where to hide, nowhere to run;
must stand, must take hold of his hands;
the man with the gun;
must stand he'll lead I will follow, yet I'll follow the one who follows the Son;
can't you feel it?
as it dons on me;
I've been given a sweet relief;
grass is growing, rains falling down;
My hands are lifted up as my praises coming down;
My God, my God, Jesus shall lead me;
out of my distress;
For only Him and I know that I am blessed;
as I chase the wind, the rain begins;
as the sun shines on my face;
and I have no space;
got nowhere to hide, none place to run;
got rain all over my face;
must stand and face the sun;
as it's burning my retinal;
I have eyes but yet I can't see it must be victory;
as I chase the wind I've been given release I've got the 
victory

06/17/74
Written words & arranged music by James Edward Lee 
From demo cassette & album "The Word May End Tomorrow" 1974, 2017(c)

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