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  1. Erosion

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Erosion

Cold as a stone with feet of clay ... oh, I
Blown by the wind and swept away ... oh I
An avalanche of elements
Expose this mountainside;
A landslide of emotion
Rending furrows deep and wide.

And I am washed
by your sea of grace;
Submersed in shadows that hide your lovely face.
When the morning comes II hope to find my place
In spite of this erosion.

Close to the edge with feet of dust ... oh I
Tarnished by time and turned to rust ... oh I
The earth begin to crumble
From the banks on either side;
An onslaught of erosion
Melting shoreline into tide.

And I am washed
by your sea of grace;
Submersed in shadows that hide your lovely face.
When the morning comes II hope to find my place
In spite of this erosion.

Sorrow lasts a moment and weeping for a night;
But joy comes in the morning riding in on wings of light.

And I am washed
by your sea of grace;
Submersed in shadows that hide your lovely face.
When the morning comes I hope to find my place
(of peace) in spite of this erosion.

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