open up. Heaven
and let it rain
yeah wash away all of my pain
for your own personal gain
and glory
yeah open my mouth
so i can tell your story
and open my hand
on this land
so i can write your message
in the sand
or grow my seed
so i can feed...
millions
maybe billions
yeah help me reach the ceiling
yeah i yearning for that feeling
of faith
and the taste of grace
yeah like a shoe and it's lace
yeah i'm ready, for the race
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