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From the first bird of the morning 'Till I lay me down the day I walk this road and pray for light to show me (the way) The heavy load I carry My treasure and my loss I weary and I fall, who will hold me? Longer than shadows Closer than emptiness Oh . . . Mighty this love Oh . . . Mighty this love It led me to peace at the river It woke me in the rage of the wind Called me up to the mountain, back through the valley again I knew it in the touch of my Mother's hand I crumbled and it held me fast My first song of the morning, it will be my last Patient in winter's sting Restless as coming spring Oh . . . Mighty this love Oh . . . Mighty this love This love is . . . Strong enough to be weak Brace enough to speak These arms are longer than we can believe Kind enough to lift you off your knees Oh . . . Mighty this love Oh . . . Mighty this love |