| Finally the words make sense.
I feel them in my soul.
I smell them in the air I breathe.
I watch as they unfold.
Finally, the words make sense.
They run so very deep.
I see the light that shines from them.
It makes me want to weep.
Finally, the words make sense.
Oh, the mountains they have moved.
I marveled at the price of them;
the words, so finely tuned.
Finally, the words make sense,
like nothing has before.
They made the world a promised land.
They opened wide the door.
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