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Bismarck, MO
02:28
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Who knows where the difficult road goes?
I met a man, a woman, child, two dogs
Saw the engine of a train without the patience for the pulling
In an empty station full of epilogues
Light on, at the end of the tunnel where I roam
Hand reaches out, to compromise my solitude and doubt
Waking with old anxious thoughts and water in the tent
I will arise to meet the morning in the Ozarks where I spent
The night in prayer
Sit outside the Free Will Baptist with a journal and an atlas
In Missouri they may ask if
You are traveling alone
But listen to the Spirit, boy
The rain is here not to destroy
But reckon with your newfound joy
The true King to enthrone
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Tonganoxie, KS
01:09
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The Kingdom is in Kansas
And the best of all our plans is
To drive on till the evening
'Cause the lake is just for leaving
Tonganoxie, I don't even know
How to say your name
But the sun is going down below
So I'll make it plain
Our Father gives and clothes
And I am yours for just tonight
But we are his, our Father knows
Our bodies in the dying light
I'll come home broken
And you'll stay that way too
But praise the Lord, a place to sleep
Tonight I found you
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Lexington, NE
03:17
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How do we carry all our people?
I don't think we often set them down
You rode with me halfway through Kansas
Stopped for coffee, stuck around
At the Super-8 just off I-80
Felt lonely so I wrote my friends
Then a cigarette (it's my crutch lately)
And it led to prayer and help he sends
Wondering: are you bored with this middle country?
Riding high on Gulf Coast prayers?
I know that I'm not the sole loney
Sinner seeking solace there
I brought 'em with me to Nebraska
Passing through, like everyone
You'll meet me here, just as I asked ya
And here you'll stay, as you've always done
The postcards will go out tomorrow:
Chattanooga, Cincinnati, home
And I'll drive on to Colorado
Lonely still, but not alone
Are we bored with this middle country?
Fixed our eyes on coastal cares
But fruited plains to feed the hungry
Answers for our coastal prayers
Yours is the day
Yours also the night
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Idaho Springs, CO
03:37
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It could've come when I was still surrounded by my friends
It could've come next week when I'll be safe in Oregon
But here, a thousand miles from all I've known and all I'll know
The message I'd anticipated trapped me in the snow
In Idaho Springs, Colorado
I scrambled through the mountains on just one good leg and prayer
To seek whatever comfort could be found in cool fresh air
But coming down the mountain ain't no metaphor to me
And in all this stunning beauty it's just heartbreak I can see
In Idaho Springs, Colorado
Pacing by the lake and crying out for some relief
A pastor's word: "In pain is where we find our true belief"
I know I've done as bad to her as she has done to me
But her arms, and not the mountain, is the place I'd rather flee
Would it be a passing comfort with a longer road ahead?
Would it be a firmer foothold and a place of love instead?
In Bywater, New Orleans
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Salt Lake City, UT
01:18
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We've heard the sins of the fathers are visited on the sons
To the seventh, the seventh, the seventh, the seventh generation
But here, with the Temple, the beer (Red Rock Brewing Co)
May it also be true:
The blessing of he who welcomes the stranger to echo to
His children, their children, their children
To the seventh generation
And to eternity
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Murphy, ID
06:02
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There's a road leads south from Boise
Driving down into the quiet
On the night before the time change
Let us sit out here awake
And start a fire in the canyon,
Break the silence with a song:
"Oh, ain't the beautify of the land strange?"
Can you feel enough to make?
Brother, are you satisfied?
Brother, soak the glory in
Pain will come, will kill our pride, so
Bless the struggle once again
Are we all just at the mercy of our Maker?
In the Ark or in the flood zone
Or the canyon where the river cut a path
Oh, may we all be at the mercy of our Maker
In the throne room if the canyon is the flood zone
Or if he spares us all his wrath
Brother, are you satisfied?
Brother, soak the glory in
Pain will come to kill our pride, so
Bless the struggle once again
Sit with me, brother, at the water's edge
The angel will come to trouble it again
He'll see through my fine speech and know that I'm a wretch
He'll see through my good deeds to my endeavor's sin
But when the angel came
He ordered me away:
"The healing waters are not for you.
Go lie down with the lame
And to the broken say:
'The healing waters are for you.'"
Brother, don't be satisfied!
Brother, soak the glory in
God has come to kill our pride, so
Bless the struggle once again
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