Testo Native tongue David Wilcox

Native tongue

From Into The Mystery
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Truer words were never spoken

You picked them up when you were young

Maybe woven in a story

That goes back to where you're from

Truer words were never spoken

And for an audience of one

But where you're healed is where you're broken

And God knows your native tongue

So build a bridge with whatà?s behind you

The scattered pieces of your past

Build it out over the chasm

To the promised land at last

Start a bridge with whatà?s behind you

And God picks up where you've begun
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Cause where you look is where Love finds you

And God knows your native tongue

Spoken words in Aramaic
Sounds I wouldn't understand

In a local ancient dialect

For the people of that land

No little words can hold a candle

To the splendor of the sun

That can explain this world of wonder

And shine the same on everyone

But little words can hold a candle

All your own when darkness comes
They're just the size for us to handle

And God knows your native tongue

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