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If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels
but have not love I am only a cymbal crashing like waves on the ocean shore I wandered the world looking into the eyes of the pilgrims God placed on my way Searching for a glimpse of my home far away never dreaming I’d know it one day But you walked through my life and I knew without doubt for my soul turned as quick as my eye That the Christ-light shone in you to welcome me home the light of home in your eyes home in your eyes A home is a place where two lovers lie down in the shelter of God’s sacred plan Where music and laughter and love write the rule and where arguments end hand in hand Where pain never ends and love never bends and new joy rises fresh every morn, I know that the Christ light burns in you to beckon me home the light of home in your eyes home in your eyes home in your eyes Today I walk through the door into your arms forever A lover to point me to heaven by the light of home in your eyes the fire burns bright in your eyes the love of Christ Love never ends |
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