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• Artiste: Andrew Peterson
• Titre: The Far Country
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Father Abraham Do you remember when You were called to a land And didn't know the way 'Cause we are wandering In a foreign land We are children of the Promise of the faith And I long to find it Can you feel it, too? That the sun that's shining Is a shadow of the truth This is a far country, a far country Not my home In the dark of the night I can feel the shadows all around me Cold shadows in the corners of my heart But the heart of the fight Is not in the flesh but in the spirit And the spirit's got me shaking in the dark And I long to go there I can feel the truth I can hear the promise Of the angels of the moon This is a far country, a far country Not my home I can see in the strip malls and the phone calls The flaming swords of Eden In the fast cash and the news flash And the horn blast of war In the sin-fraught cities of the dying and the dead Like steel-wrought graveyards where the wicked never rest To the high and lonely mountain in the groaning wilderness We ache for what is lost As we wait for the holy God Of Father Abraham I was made to go there Out of this far country To my home, to my home