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Brother, have you lost your way
Or is it just my imagination
You always seemed to have everything so together
Answers for everyone else
Pretty melodies and moving verse
But you’re looking worse for wear
Brother, is that fear in your eyes
Or is it resignation
All those causes you fought for remain
As the years slip away
Life grows shorter every day
There’s no escaping the march of time
Feel the spirit within you stir
That’s the voice of the Lord saying
Surrender to me
Call it conscience
Call it what you will
You can’t purchase grace
It’s free
But you must believe
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