See what you miss with both feet on the ground
Refusing the risk of the rain
But lift up with both feet
Love's labour's not lost
I fly, and my loss becomes gain.
I strain and stretch and crane my neck
I want to see it all
But the lightning I see
Is more than I need
To know that my God sure ain't small.
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