Through misty mountains calls a dream
It merely whispers, doesn't scream
And if you press your ear to earth
You'll see the sound and thus give birth
To truth as it was meant to be
Through resonance, thus never seen
The simple folk trust in their eyes
And all along believe the lies
That devils spin within their head
To propagate the mounting dread
Of reaper's sickle ever looming
And countless tolls from hell's bells booming
But wise men understand the truth
And though it may appear uncouth
They close their eyes on bended knee
So that with spirit eyes can see
The glory of the living God
Who washes feet and makes them shod
To mount with strength upon the rock
And give safe dwelling to the flock
He reaches out His hand to thee
If only you had eyes to see
It may be fate, yet I beseech
Salvation is within your reach
Just say and trust and walk in love
And thank the Lord from up above
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