In spite of all you've said
it's never been in your hands
So let us speak a farewell eulogy
over all our plans
Light the match that burns the bridge
that doesn't lead to Grace
Now I clearly recognize
I am a stranger in this place
Every street I've walked upon
had to be redeemed
The places where I lay my head
never felt like home it seems
Light the match that burns the bridge
that doesn't lead to Grace
Light the match that burns
the alters we have made
It is a Lover's dream we all have to tell
It is a Ship of Dreams that never did set sail
I wander in and out of a sleepless fog
Hearing peaceful songs
that draw me to the Throne of God
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