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How much of my life has passed me by?How long 'til I live with open eyes?How much mercy will the Man afford me?How long until His voice breaks through loud and clear?I've been on the other end of a string and cup phoneI never know what I might hearTonight the wind blows through my cheap paper phoneBut it's a comforting thought that You are thereWaiting, Jesus, I will hold the lineAnd I echo- not my will but ThineI find joy in the mystery we're livingHow long until my voice breaks through, gets to youI've been on the other end of a string and cup phoneSongtexteI never know what I might hearTonight the wind blows through my cheap paper phoneBut it's a comforting thought that You are there Aus Songtexte Mania