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Ridin' to Damascus
Fire in his eyes
On that dusty road
Purpose in his lies
Blinded by the light
Voice from the sky
"Why do you persecute?"
Crumbled he cried
Vision turned to darkness
World fade away
Tremblin' and fallen
No words left to say
Three days of silence
Lost in his own mind
Jesus in his blindness
A new path to find
Blinded by the light
Voice from the sky
"Why do you persecute?"
Crumbled he cried
Ananias came
Laid hands on his head
Eyes open wide
Soul no longer dead
