Verse 1:
I’ve crossed the desserts; I’ve crossed the mountains
Looking for the answers to the truth of this place.
And now I sit here at the foot of this mountain
Alpine air against my face.                

Chorus:
Oh L’Abri, wait for me.  Shelter someone whose soul is undone.
Oh L’Abri, wait for me.  Shelter someone whose soul is not done.

Verse 2:
Oh Dr. Schaeffer, in the Swiss chalet where you hold sway,
What words of wisdom do you have for today?
He lights the fire, exploring what your heart desires
Black and white grow out of the grey.

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