In this age of grand illusion
You walked into my life
Out of my dreams
I don't need another change
Still you forced your way into my scheme of things
You say we're growing
Growing heart and soul
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Sweet name, you're born once again for me
Lord, I kneel and offer you my word on a wing
And I'm trying hard to fit among
Lord, Lord, my prayer flies like a word on a wing
My prayer flies like a word on a wing
Does my prayer fit in with your scheme of things?
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, ready to shape the scheme of things
Ooh, Lord
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