One winter's day, one way train going nowhere,
My life was circles like rain when it falls in a puddle,
I gazed through tattered drapes to a stone walled church outside,
I heard voices singing, singing of love.

We live for the Son,
We live for the Son.

Jumping from the train, I missed the station by a mile,
The rain became a ballet on my umbrella,
Stumbling through the grass to where the voices sang,
And I hear them singing, singing of love.

We live for the Son,
We live for the Son,
We live for the Son,
We live for the Son.

I stood staring through a cross made of glass,
I felt as if I were preparing for a confession,
Stronger still, I heard the voices from inside,
They were reaching out, crying in love.

We live for the Son,
We live for the Son,
We live for the Son,
We live for the Son,
We live...live for the Son,
We live...live for the Son,
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