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We’ve been eyeing up this peak
For a long long time
Mapping every brook and border
Making sure we’re equipped for the climb
And I’ve been sizing up your step
As I watched you from the sidelines
Placing every foot in order
Trying to get yourself fit for the climb
And we were so confident, nonchalant, masters of time,
We had eyes on the hills we would fearlessly climb
We had dreams of great vistas we’d one day behold
With the road still before us and miles to unfold
And now we’re here
And I ask, am I real enough?
Do I have the stuff that makes mountaineers?
Will I walk til my feet give up?
Could I climb to the top,
the wind raging in my ears?
We’ve been staring up this cliff
For a long long time
Sketching every crooked corner
To be sure we’re equipped for the climb
And I’ve been sizing up your grip
From the corner of my eye
As you got every bolt and rope in order
Hoping that you’ll be fit for the climb
And we had such confidence, nonchalance, oceans of time,
Every tool of the trade in your backpack and mine
We shared dreams of wide vistas we’d one day behold
When the road stretched before us with years to unfold
And now we’re here
And I ask, am I real enough?
Do I have the stuff that makes mountaineers?
Will I walk til my time is up?
Could I climb to the top
within a mere nineteen years?
Now I ask, am I strong enough
Do I have the toughness of mountaineers?
Will I walk when the road is rough?
Could I call it enough
and kiss this hill “thank you
for nineteen years”?
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Beacons of Light
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This is Faith
03:41
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To walk where there is no path
To breathe where there is no air
To see where there is no light -
This is Faith.
To cry out in the silence,
The silence of the night,
And hearing no echo believe
And believe again and again -
This is Faith.
To hold pebbles and see jewels
To raise sticks and see forests
To smile with weeping eyes -
This is Faith.
To say: “God, I believe” when others deny,
“I hear” when there is no answer,
“I see” though naught is seen -
This is Faith.
And the fierce love in the heart,
The savage love that cries
Hidden Thou art yet there!
Veil Thy face and mute Thy tongue
Yet I see and hear Thee, Love,
Beat me down to the bare earth,
Yet I rise and love Thee, Love!
This is Faith.
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Luke Slott Portland, Oregon
Luke Slott is a singer, songwriter and composer from Dublin, Ireland. He plays piano, guitar and trumpet, and collaborates with a variety of musicians on both sides of the Atlantic. To become a patron visit patreon.com/lukeslott
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