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Song Lyrics
There's a place I know
Where the waters fall
Where the thirsty soul can drink
There's a holy time
That is set aside
For the troubled mind to think
When Your spirit falls
Like the gentle rain
A quiet symphony of sound
Then the lame man walks
And the weak man runs
As we meet on holy ground
There's a table in the wilderness
Where the hungry come and eat
And the weary can find rest at last
By the savior's mercy seat
When Your spirit flies like a gentle dove
To take away these chains that bound
Then the blind man sees
And the deaf man hears
As we meet on holy ground
There's a place I know
Where the orphan child
Can hold her father's hand
Where the outcast and the refugee
Come and find their promised land
When Your spirit comes with a gentle touch
And Your love is all around
Then the dumb will speak
And the broken sing
As we meet on holy ground
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© 1999 Little Room Music
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