The miles roll away beneath us:
Andrew Peterson sings of hope,
we yearn for lives of story;
and Piper preaches words of joy
and challenge to a sleeping church;
my hand rests light on Jaimie's thigh,
this beauty God has entrusted me;
And the miles roll away behind.
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