歌词
Up those stone steps I climb
Hail this joyful day's return
Into its great shadowed vault I go
Hail the Pentecostal morn
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The reading is from Luke 24
Where Christ returns to his loved ones
I look at the stone apostles
Think that it's alright for some
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And I wish that I was made of stone
So that I would not have to see
A beauty impossible to define
A beauty impossible to believe
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A beauty impossible to endure
The blood imparted in little sips
The smell of you still on my hands
As I bring the cup up to my lips
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No God up in the sky
No devil beneath the sea
Could do the job that you did
Of bringing me to my knees
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Outside I sit on the stone steps
With nothing much to do
Forlorn and exhausted
By the absence of you